Thursday, October 31, 2013

Way Tight

I feel like I should have something to say now. Here we are back at the end and I’m kind of speechless. (There is a double meaning, no?)

Here comes the rain and cold and gray. The year is ending. Another day another year another life. Almost nothing has changed this year. My daughter is more beautiful and older, smarter, way funnier—more perfect. I am older and less of the rest of those things.  We are the same, she and I. We are resilient.

Come on then, winter, you aren’t dragging us into the dark with you, we got this. 

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