Winterpost.

Winter is here. With its familiar smell of old sweaters and new years. I always get cold feet this time of the year: remembering long-forgotten resolutions and dreading making them all over again. Fearing the passing away of yet another year, which began only yesterday. Unsure about new beginnings, new tales that will be told, no matter what.
But, curiously enough, I can't wait to start afresh. One more time.

I'll miss you, of course, but I'm glad you're gone.