|End of day, of year, or...5.5 by 8.5 watercolor|
Last painting of the year, as the light fades.
Silhouettes of the past, and future
form a landscape
where there are no roads,
only choices made and choices to make.
We like to think of destinations
but the journey ahead
is indistinct as the gloaming.
Tis a time of melancholy and malaise
Of hopes and uncertainty,
And as the sun goes down
or comes up,
we take another step...
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