where?

Where I’m going is not necessarily up to me. Unless. Unless I disregard the good of all others but myself.  Then I can decide. I’ve always wondered why everyone doesn’t live in San Diego. It was six degrees in my town this morning.  Why would I choose to be here?  I am a warm weather … More where?

brisk

This is the harshest January I remember.  It’s beyond cold outside.  The ground is covered in snow.  Navigating the streets is not easy.   More harsh weather is forecasted. Like the outdoor elements, I am cold myself.  Figuratively freezing inside, like a brisk wind is blowing through my mind.  Frazzled, feeling like something fragile that’s … More brisk