Winter scenes

Over the summer I joined the modern world and got a smartphone. I've become rather snap happy with it and am kind of blown away by the fact that the camera on my phone boasts more megapixels than the first digital camera I ever owned. I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said a great many of the pictures on it are of my fluffy four-legged friends (they're just so amusingly photogenic). Today, though, I am sharing a few (unedited) winter scenes.

January and mixed feelings

It is January once again. The start of a new year. For many people this means looking ahead, making goals, starting fresh. As December waned, I was apprehensive about January's arrival. I was apprehensive about 2013.

2012 was a very difficult year. No, it was excruciatingly difficult not just for me, but for nearly everyone I love and hold dear. I experienced and felt things that at one time seemed so unfathomable. That won't ever happen to us. That won't ever happen to me. After enduring so much you may be wondering why I wasn't looking forward to a new year and to "starting fresh." The truth is, despite all of the pain, I wanted to hang on to 2012. I wanted to hang on to the last thing, apart from my wealth of memories, that you were physically part of. There is no you in 2013 and moving on without you hurts just as much as losing you.

As the sun went down on December 31, 2012, I went outside and snapped this photo. I had your favorite song playing inside and I could hear it pulsing from the house.



I know that you know it is my favorite song now and that it always will be. There is one line in particular that always makes me think of you: "Somewhere between that setting sun I'm On Fire and Born To Run." Yes. Your time here may have been short, but it was precious. I am accepting that you were born to run.

 I have disabled comments for this post, but will try to be back soon with an update less somber. I guess I just needed to get this off my chest and to continue to be not just honest with myself, but with my blog as well.