I decided there was nothing to burn. Not because I have simplified my life down to what a lovely-someone says is the easy platitude of "live well have no regrets" because that, I agree with him, is preposterous; but because I have found my way here this year, where what I call friend and near is where I would like it to be and what I have burned through already is best left back at the campfires behind me, most of which warmed, s'mored and golden.
I just watched the most amazing documentary about musician Jim White called Wrong-Eyed Jesus. Last night found me dining at Cafe Ephesus, watching the documentary and high-fiving January, though it's only just begun.
I am the hopeful, careful, happy thing today.