"It'll be summer soon enough," my mom says as December fades.
Even so, I hate January, February, and parts of March.
Too much gray.
New Year's Resolutions (yes, actual goals this year!):
-finish the tale of Nick and Pete.
-find an outlet for mi espanol.
-run ten miles without stopping.
I'll be sore tomorrow for certain,
but it feels so right to fly.