My New Year's Resolution is to walk each day, so I wake, listen, and realize the killer storm is not yet here. I head out into the dark. It is warm. If this storm is coming from Alaska, no wonder the polar bears may expire. I am hot in fleece, encased in the changing climates of the valley. I miss my turn in the dark and head up the other side, then com back around. I hear the creek.
Yesterday I wrote this:
January 2, 2008
I bathe in the softest green,
radiant as the moon wrapped in fuzzy light,
still with a need for retreat,
in this new year,
able to absorb time in the smallest of bites.
I want everything clean, cleansed, gone through.
My address book is new.
And it is new. Everyone in it is alive with information up-to-date. Though change is a given, I hope there are no names to cross out this year. Happy third day of 2008!