January

The winter is warm—dare I say too warm—but the lack of light still wearies. Moderation is hard to practice and resolve hard to come by these days. The space between alone and lonely gets smaller. Icons pass, and while I can persuade myself a relatively quiet and healthy life will keep me mobile and vertical, to what end? I’ve never been one to ignore the news, but find the need to compartmentalize, keep the pain and suffering, cruelty and greed, myopia and willful ignorance at some distance, but not too much distance because I’d like to believe someone somewhere needs me to keep my head in the game. Which I do, even as I train myself to catch glimpses of beauty here and there.