There has been a long stretch where I haven't written. Long nights troubled my soul, making it difficult for words to appear. Tears would surface, and I wouldn't know how to explain. Busyness crept up from behind me, and turned me into an adult. Event after event, growth spurt after growth spurt. Every time I felt like I had no more room to grow, I seemed to be forced to grow anyways. When I felt cramped inside a box, I realized I was the maker of that box and that I only had to step out to be free. I realized dreams don't fulfill. I realized happiness doesn't last. I realized money doesn't either fulfill or last. I realized... that there are things that last and fulfill, but I haven't yet gotten to be able to keep them in my hold. Happiness drifts by my door, and lets me have it, then drifts along again. I feel more relaxed than before though, almost as if I am not grasping at the happiness, not grasping at anything. I'm willing to accept what comes my way... haven't I had to accept a lot already? There are things that will be worse than the pain I've felt, but there will also be things that are better.
With all that said, I wish to throw a few sweet memories into the mix. These are from quite a while ago, back in late November of the past year. The day before Thanksgiving, which was a bittersweet, joyful yet somewhat sober day. These pictures make me love winter a little more. Look at the beautiful snow on the ground and the trees, and the smiling happy faces. The photos of the overturned SUV are of an accident that happened right in front of us on our way to the cider mill. The SUV fishtailed, then went into the bank and went onto its side. My uncles turned it over, like proper gentlemen.
