When I think about beginning a new year, I consider the arbitrariness of it all. Nothing magically starts anew just because the calendar resets to January 1st. Yet, it’s January 2019 and I am writing down the first of what I hope to be a new beginning.
In the past couple of years, I have toyed with the idea of putting my thoughts down, pouring words into blank pages.
Now that I have some spare time for myself, I think that I would like to finally try.
Here we go.
Deer Letters 