I celebrate today like a new year, and this new year rolled in with a Chet Baker song and a small pour of Japanese whisky. I like them both for the same reason– their spirited fullness, their controlled depth.
I want this to be a deep year, a full year, a funny-valentine year, a small-pour-of-whisky year.
I want a curvy fullness– not something bloated with hot air– and honest depth– not a puddle pretending to be a wanting well.
I want a year I can sip wishes on,
a year I can hum warmth into.
And I want it neat.
[And with this post, the exactly-100-word posts return!)
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