It's a brand new year. A time to be optimistic and confident and resolute. A fresh start, a clean slate. Or something like that supposedly. But the things I'm supposed to be feeling and the things that have got me tingling and are holding sway aren't the same. It's not a look towards the future, running forward with open arms. It's a sharp focused glance back as someone, who knows who, is pulling me along by the arm through the present
[time for solitaire]
