Friday Feelings — 14th Edition — (Deez)Embers

I suppose the nature of time is that it slips away into wonder and on and on like a stream in the round. Last year was the hardest year of my life. This year has perhaps been the second hardest.

One of the tricks to surviving is coming to the realisation that there will always be bad things, no matter what you might do to try and circumvent them. The truly good things are rare, and precious.

The picture above is one from the last visit I had with my mom. Seven and a half years ago.

Fires gone out, made embers. This year has stoked them afresh.

Next year, maybe this year will be better than the last. A long December, with cautious hope for something better.