Reconsideration

How susceptible we are to the heart's hopes. To feel torn between letting go and all the while, secretly, silently, hoping for the heart to step up and win out, and overrule against it...in a crescendo of true feeling.

Decemberly

December is cold and warm, blue chilly skies and raging fires. December is dark and light - dark nights, early darkness, but lights everywhere, the sun's light returning. December is ice and fire. December is love and lonely.

But which wins out?

Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love alive?

Yes.