Dark clouds race across the full moon
The air so brittle and cold
It feels like you could break if you stayed out too long
And tears freeze like burning scars on your face
Inside and warm again, let's make lemonade - lots of art - and then this too shall pass and the new year will arrive with its yearly promise of things being better. Here's my words for the new year:
All Love No Fear
and so it goes . . .