Harlem and its snowy streets are calling me home today. I'm packing, getting ready to end my wonderful holiday vacation and go back to my little life in New York. I'm torn by emotions I never dreamed I'd have, but willing to move forward and see what the new year holds for me.
The best things about being home this week have been spending wonderful amounts of time with my family, visiting with dear friends, and forgetting the world via the flicker of a cozy hearth fire on a cold bitter winter night.
The arrow has flown, I've got to go onward, but I will treasure these times within my heart, and hope the warm and joyful memories see me and my loved ones safely through the rest of the frozen season ahead.