January passed me by with bitter winds and reflection. Remnants of the season discarded with sentiments of peace and goodwill, the same sentences on loop. 

Familiar faces that didn’t fade with time  still acknowledge my existence , the time between regardless. Roads ahead are smoother somehow and I long for the light of spring. 

There is no life without change, without willingness to embrace a future unforeseen. No path is mapped, no promises set in stone.