as the year winds down . we hope next year is better . without much effort
there are odd moments . of clarity that seem to . make things less certain
what we leave behind . is what will tell the story . our posterity
most of us prefer . to be left alone, but not . stuck sitting alone
there are some mornings . when we can sit quietly . with nothing to say
it isn’t often . that we see a vantage point . other than our own
only an adult . can look at nature’s beauty . as a hinderance
there’s an idea . of what each day will be like . that might not be true
in facing the day . it can help to look sideways . and find the absurd
there is a kindness . in a well-shoveled sidewalk . after a snowstorm
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