The year is almost done. I should be taking stock, picking over the highs and lows, pulling up posts that marked if not some event at least managed to capture something deep or ephemeral, something to be marked in some fashion. I should let it all steep to capture some of its flavor, should it have a single one.
I feel too drained to dig through the detritus of words and images. Instead of looking back, I will try to look forward by taking a day to ponder what new things I could attempt failing at next year.... Meanwhile, I'll just kick back with a pot of tea and watch as the leaves unfurl in what tea connoisseurs call the agony of leaves.
