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New Month's Eve (The Hollow)
In the dark cold of a February evening, there is no better place to be than inside a hollow tree in the middle of the woods. Realizing that February was almost over (it's truncation always takes me by surprise) I figured I better do so before it was too late.
So, for New Month's Eve, I packed up the candles and headed into the forest. As I sat there, watching February slip away, I considered the symbolism of my state. Perhaps at this critical turning point (the exchange of time from February's austere grasps, into the open, verdant embrace of March) we are presented with a choice: should we confine ourselves to the brilliant warmth of the familiar, or take the daring step and experience the expansive reality of the greater world?
New Month's Eve (The Hollow)
In the dark cold of a February evening, there is no better place to be than inside a hollow tree in the middle of the woods. Realizing that February was almost over (it's truncation always takes me by surprise) I figured I better do so before it was too late.
So, for New Month's Eve, I packed up the candles and headed into the forest. As I sat there, watching February slip away, I considered the symbolism of my state. Perhaps at this critical turning point (the exchange of time from February's austere grasps, into the open, verdant embrace of March) we are presented with a choice: should we confine ourselves to the brilliant warmth of the familiar, or take the daring step and experience the expansive reality of the greater world?