Evening has fallen on the fifth day of the new year. I write from a sense of duty, from the dimly lit office, busyness of the day receiding and the memory of recent promise to self and others to put words to page with little more consistency this year.
Darkness on the fifth day…
Darkness on the fifth day…
Darkness on the fifth day…
Evening has fallen on the fifth day of the new year. I write from a sense of duty, from the dimly lit office, busyness of the day receiding and the memory of recent promise to self and others to put words to page with little more consistency this year.