Muse

Winter.…a time in which to cen­ter our­selves, to pose upon the precipice of the past year while con­tem­plat­ing the direc­tion we’ll take head­ing into the new. Is this sweater unrav­el­ing to or emerg­ing from the pile of yarn at its base? Will it fly off joy­ful­ly like a kite into the stratos­phere or sim­ply dis­ap­pear into that tan­gled skein to await refash­ion­ing for some future win­ter to come?