This past New Years weekend I went up to New Hampshire.
There was an episode of cooking; a feast worthy of kings.
There was an episode welcoming the New Year in a New way.
There was an episode of walking through the woods, building stories and spending quality time with my Malli (aka Little Brother, who isn’t little anymore.)
There was an episode of walking through the winter woods, alone, and recording every thought and memory as it occured, and then putting it on paper and noticing patterns, symbolism and allegory.
There was too much to fit into one post- so here is a short story, made up of chapters from a weekend of my life.
The important thing to note, is that this is precisely how my brain works, there is very little editing in this novella…
it’s quite purely me.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!