Fever

So many things swirling around in my head. All these words, no rhyme, no reason, just words...

Things I wanted to say, but didn't.
Things I (likely) shouldn't have said, but did.
Things I tried to say, but came out wrong.
Things I meant to say, but couldn't find the right words.
Things I said from my heart, but didn't filter through my brain first.

And yet, all things seemed to be be understood clearly. Both the spoken and unspoken words, the things I said wrong, and the things I said right. All those words, and somehow the intention and emotion are the things which were understood. (I'm so glad you have that ability.)

I woke up today smelling like the smoke from a bonfire, and smiling. Memories of a great New Year's Eve (and really, the entire weekend) waltzing through my brain like the notes of the music being played around the fire. Random memories coming from the maelstrom of thought, a look, a touch, a gesture, a conversation, laughter, contentment.

How can something feel like a great new beginning, even though it has been going on for so long?

Yes. This is the way to start the new year.
I'm so glad it's now.

Happy New Year.