Seasons of Love and Turning Time

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife

In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?

Reflecting on a year and how its flown,

my fingertips can only grasp and tangle themselves through

the trailing wisps of memories

A year of firsts, lasts, hellos, goodbyes and everything in between.

A year of so many things,

so many people,

and so many precious moments.

I'm sure every year has been the same,

but this one more poignant than most.

I grew a little older,

laughed a little harder,

and cried a little more.

Hesitation, deliberation,

tentative steps forward.

This is how a new year, always begins.

ps. sorrrrrrry ><

mass apologies, however, I have been overseas, so I feel like I am justified in my failure to post.

I swear there will be more posts soon, if not of the type you're all used to.