How did I get here is a good question. I cannot answer that. I am looking to answer that. And then what? Get along little doggies type of movement, push forward. There are no people around me. That makes life easier. Feed the birds. Big juicy plump bluejays. We do not eat them.
Chasing demons is the theme of the new year. Vast stretches of time in front of me. Nobody needs me, nobody feeds me. The moon is the only light pollution I experience. Candles will one day be obsolete. Too dangerous. People used to put them on christmas trees. Will we all go up in flames?
I do not know what I am doing here. Puttering. Trying to figure it out. Things will change. Even as I sit here as still as a piece of furniture, things will change.
First snow of the season. This is my kennel. I feel safe inside and stay there for hours and hours without complaint. I have good wood this year. I am a wood expert. I can still swing a mean ax. I survive. As it all is falling apart around me, I survive. After all these years I figure out I will survive. Ain’t that irony? I’m too old for this train of thought. Why are these seeds being planted now?