Holidaze Bailout.

I got a chill, full face. The season that has arrived has an effect that is so individualistic it needs it’s own label. Myself, I am not reeling too badly. I feel a national out cry and that hurts. Locally, we have been seeing both good and the worst of it all.  December is tricky for me. I feel like a bear wanting to hibernate. The sun rests early in the afternoon, making night the dominant half.  Visions have been Picasso like, somethings are sideways making it difficult to see clearly.  I am sending holiday happiness wishes outward. Waiting patiently to see what comes back. What will be, let be. D2