Happy January! We just came in from running around the backyard in shorts and t-shirts...because snow is pretty much mythical in this part of Texas (not impossible, but nice and once-upon-a-time) and that's just what I wanted for this week's Muse. Several people in my life are looking at new paths and I find myself thinking about this as well. Myths are often the record or beginning of journeys and thus: trackless snow and a rising (?) sun. Is this an invitation? A benediction? A lure?
Looking forward to the poetry you find along the way.