december is here once again. i find myself, like many others, raising my hands and shoulders asking the timeless question, "where did the time go?" how silly. like i could have conserved it, like i could have shaved a few seconds here and stored up a few seconds there and somehow stopped the rotation of the world and the revolution of our existence. how silly. and yet, i look at the calender, flip up another page to reveal a wintery landscape that has no actual relevance to Hawaii, but whose white symbolism tells me another year is fading out into untraceable light. gone. and how? and how.
i've got plans for december and i am reclaiming the end. i will not wait for january to begin again. it starts today. december 1st. each day, a new blog entry. i feel like a giddy young girl in her first week of her first relationship. isn't it grand? isn't it beautiful? isn't writing perfect? i smile, my metaphorical dimples filling with sunlight steeped in ignorance. but there you have it. i'm admitting it to the world (or, at least, whoever reads this blog) that i am a writer and i will be a better one yet. i'm in this for the long haul. til death do us part.
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