a grey sunday. gearing up for new year's eve tomorrow.
i tend to fold inward on new year's eve. i'm hoping that this year is better for everyone that i know. it's been a harsh year for many. i think this year will bring great changes for me. maybe for good, maybe not. it seems as if every new year at midnight we hug and smile and toast all round but still there's a little cold spot of fear for what may come.


i'm working on making that little spot smaller.