Wintering & Reflecting
A snippet of a thought
The days are colder and darker as we move towards December. The seasons flow from fall to winter as the months move forward with the march of time. Days build into weeks. Then months, seasons, and years. Ebbs and flows on a repeating pattern, yet not identical. We grow and change as the world turns.
Does every writing need to have a point? A complete thought articulated with clarity and a conclusion. This is a snippet of the whole story. A scene pulled from the plot for whatever reason. A vignette taken out of context and pinned to the corkboard on the wall.
Wintering has the energy of reflection with it for me. Reflecting on time, money, plans, adventures, practices, and what’s next.
What are you reflecting on?
