New Years Eve

me, still here, testing muscle and stamina against land and weather; a sweaty mortal in a place of timeless perplexity; rain or drought, frost or scorch, mud or dust, muscle and mind
tighten, ache–plow, plant…nurture

Let the comforting words of Gregg Trost’s New Year’s Eve take you away to a timeless place and experience a moment of clarity, a lingering echo, a good laugh.