Early, undecided year. No one much wanted to talk to me today, from my partner to the people I sort of desperately needed to get in touch with for matters of work and organizational wrangling. I suppose some days are like that: blue, and you get a chance to think too much. The hiking was good at least, with the creeks all frozen solid like strange cloudy paths cut through the forest. The woods went quiet again with the cold snap in January, every leaf frozen into the ground, stiff past the point of any audible yielding. Something settled about them.
Be specific, and selective. Hold your ground.
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