There’s a bit of cynicism that can be found on the outer corners of my lips. The taste has become a little more bitter these days.

The bite of winter hasn’t done me any good. There’s expectations that I’ve failed to meet. Underneath this sheath of skin are bruises waiting to surface..and there’s a lot of reluctance locked in with an under a tone of sarcasm in my conversations. 

but it’s nothing to dwell on.

This week can’t go by any faster. Never been so happy to spend Christmas on a 22 hr flight.

I need it.

Hoping to let the simplicity of the backbone of an old country will humble me a bit.

God knows I’ve been needing it.