With good company…it’s unfeasible not to hit a bit of an internal reset.

And never getting old, even years later.

And final month…only here for so long, cheers and let’s be merry.

Who says winter can’t be sweet & seductive.

And his gangster lean, and mostly for the angelic souls who balled and wadded his body as giggles soared to silver-grey skies that tone with newly dusted rooftops.

Slipped in with a whispered breath.

Gently rocking me into my new golden dreams.

As strung out and lit as the twilight denizens.

Uncertain with exactly what we’ll walk away with but raising the stakes nonetheless with our daily decisions.

Following me to the scrappy corners of empty rooms…nary a worrisome thought dears, I keep making my light brighter.