In the early morning hours, the howling wind and crazy drifting bands of driven snow. This does nothing to ease the ominous feeling of the new year that’s rushed in upon me. I was left, in all honesty, feeling weary and battered from the last one, and where I could have used a warm and hopeful ray of sunshine, instead I was greeted harshly by a cold wind, contracting, closed. The world shuttering its doors and hiding its secrets from me, dark and mysterious.

And the shrouded moon sheds no light on the situation. All I can do is wait.

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