Tired of being brave

“I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories’ grave.
It is January and I am tired of being brave.”

Arzum Uzun

It occurs to me that the month just finished was the first January (with just a couple of exceptions) during which I had not worked since way back in the 1970s. Strangely – and slightly guilt-inductively – it has zipped by and disappeared over the horizon with nary a second thought. How odd!

It helps, of course, that though we have been watching avidly the reports of terrible weathers afflicting different parts of the globe, here – on the west coast of Canada – it has been merely wet… not icily, gustily, torrentially or anything else like that. Just wet!

Yesterday – however – there was sunshine as well – and we marvelled at how the shafts of sunlight pierced the forest at Centennial Park.

Naturally, pictures were taken:

Hey guys – it’s still the middle of winter!!