And all at once the air was crisp; it was enough to knock your knees, chatter your incisors and playfully entice you to exhale dragon's smoke. You hurry in and hurry out, just to keep the chill at bay. The sun, while incredibly deceiving, was still a welcoming accompaniment to your suddenly cheerful mood. The method in which it illuminated the icy shimmer on the asphalt was admittedly rather becoming, too.
The wind on the other hand was fooling no-one. It was brutal, harsh, and bone-chilling, not unlike a slap in the face. Regardless, you still feel inclined to give it a wink and a nod, for it thankfully managed to blow out plenty of false hopes along with it. It was a new year bringing new life and a fresh perspective, so the wind was quite appropriate, given the circumstances and all. And actually, a slap in the face is precisely what is required at times like this.
The lingering stench of poor decisions seems to have drifted away with the blustery blusters outside now as well, as they turned over the few remaining leaves so that you may turn your own stragglers over just the same. Lurking under those leaves was something you may not have noticed previously, due to all the distractions and ridiculous entities who've been clogging up the works, but now their leafy secrets are very much present and accounted for.
The previous year was not the worst you'd ever seen, but it certainly wasn't the best, either. There were many accidents, painful accidents, but you pulled through them ok for the most part, although perhaps a little worse for wear. It is up to you and you alone to make your time here what you would like it to be, and that has never been more obvious than it is right now. You are downright motivated, and altogether optimistic.
This year holds promise for once...
