12.30.16

the local bakery's last batch of black-and-white cookies is tucked in my luggage with two boxes of fireworks, the christmas tree is watered a final time, and my last assignment of the year is with its editor. i'm headed for the west like one of tolkien's elves, though i would never wear leaf jewelry. this is how the end of the year begins.

1 comment:

Laramie said...

so much death 💔