Happiness. It's relative.
This year will wear on us, wear us hard
Flat tires and insults, hard edges on every surface
Trouble and anger, static on the car radio
Traffic backed up, sirens racing along the shoulder
Home will be precious, lights and locked doors
Television dark, drapes drawn, only open books
Blankets and candles, cell phone lights shining
Best friends visiting, passwords uttered at the door
Crowds will gather, buzz alerts, point to a faraway light
Cardboard signs, candles held in gloved hands, heavy boots
Singing, small and loud, swelling rightness, exhorting
Choices, safe or brave, alone or linked, hide or not
very scary Jan…And it’s already started! My internet’s not working and yesterday my printer glitched…Hope it’s just a fluke…