The ghost of wings

I'm walking away.

Leaving the black dogs behind in the blackened ashes of old schemes and failed ambitions.

Walking toward Jericho.

No, I'm not sure exactly what that means. Maybe nothing in the grand sweep of time. But maybe something more. Yeah, that's the mood I'm in.

It's not a bad mood. Not a dark mood. More of a reflective one.

My New Year starts Tuesday. My birthday. Another year of life. More failures. More adventures. More successes.

More life.

What more could I ask from this world?

What more could I want?

I feel the breath of a changing wind.

I feel the ghost of wings on my shoulders.

I feel my world open up.

And above ... the endless welcoming sky.