And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach
Of crazy sorrow
Bob Dylan, Mr. Tambourine Man
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the nature of january is cold, raw,
it’s bottoming out,
the point of nothingness,
dare we say hopeless,
when there’s nothing left to hold onto but the skeletal remains of what’s eating away at us.
Heavy clouds sag to the ground.
Dim and weepy.
Part of life, I guess. Part of the season.
A couple of posts to follow from the dark side of winter. January’s not all pine trees and snowy scenes.