Word Stream

Everything was different a year ago today.

But three hundred sixty-five spins later, some things are the same; I’m still sitting here, still writing.

Every year has its changes, but this year feels a little longer than most, now there’s a post to mark each day.

No longer am I bobbing aimlessly at the mouth of the stream, waiting for the journey to begin; Undecided.

Now the words flow past. When I look back, I have made it further upstream than seemed possible just a few short months ago.

There is much paddling to do yet.

Hesitation will only whirl me back downstream.

But today, in between strokes, I can celebrate a little; Mark this little milestone on my riverbank.

And paddle on till tomorrow.