I meant, again and again this week, to write something of weight here, something meaningful, something perhaps even profound. But here it is, almost the last day of the year, and it hasn’t yet happened.
So, ok. We all do our best.
Instead, I offer my favorite pictures from the last few days. Maybe a decade from now, these will give me a memory of this very week, so far in the past, once we are in the future.
Nothing profound in these words, it seems. But you are here, and I am here, and that might be magic enough. This space: let it be ours, tonight.
The Wandering Introvert 