It's Christmas. I am spent. The wick on the candle is nearly at an end. But then again I have been burning both ends so it is not a wonder.
As I write this I take stock of this year and give myself pause. The arduous task came with the right reward but truth be told I would not do it again. Once was enough and thankfully correct. This is not meant to be a recap as I have no desire to catalogue or examine my actions. Let's leave to history to interpret them.
I want to hold this moment. And never let it change. But as a beautiful soul once reminded me, the only certainty in life is change. So I am letting the world turn as it does..uncaringly and at times even comfortingly.
So I am letting the piano play.. each ivory key touched in this masterpiece of mine. I await the change but I am not seeking it or coaxing it. And in the meantime... I am this Christmas, utterly grateful for the way the wind blew.
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