31 12 2009

Bitter and sweet.  Full of regret and rejoicing.  I am amazed by how the simplest things bring them screaming to the forefront of the mind.  The crunching of snow under ones feet as winters wind blows against the naked skin of the face.  Unprotected.  Vulnerable.  A street corner, a smell, a voice, a sound.  It all comes rushing back.  Sweet and beautiful.  A few sour but most sweet.  It is good to sift and sort and to feel and ponder and move on.