"Drove up to hillside manor sometime after two a.m. And talked a little while about the year I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower, Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her And its been a long december and theres reason to believe Maybe this year will be better than the last" ~ The Counting Crows, A Long December
My latest job involves a lot of driving (heck, the job itself IS driving), and when I drive, I often find myself lost in thought. Sometimes it's about a creative thing I'd love to get off of the ground, sometimes it's about something going on in my personal life, and sometimes it's about where the next donut shop is so I can get a coffee.
Tonight, the topic of my scattered thoughts, was the last year.
I'm not sure what exactly led to me soaking in thoughts of the last year, of the failures, the successes, the hope regained and the hope lost. The bitterness of decisions made, the sweetness of others.