Peeling layers of life. Not knowing when the new, raw layer may be laid bare. Exposed to the trauma of nature’s forces. Exposed and vulnerable. Fresh and unvarnished. Yet to learn the touch of life. Yet to feel the burn of the sun, the cool of the first rain, and the bite of frost.
It seems strange and impossible to feel new and fresh and raw with all the years and experiences I have under my belt. Challenged again and again. Struggling and overcoming. Looking forward to the sting of a deep freeze.