661. Errant Strokes

Well into the night, I had some surprise conversation with a friend I had been missing. We're both suffering from a similar malady and it was good to reconnect. I'm recognising I often hastily and callously paint a canvass with the wrong emotional colors and that time eventually corrects such errant strokes. Even in these shortest of days, it is best to be optimist (and I am), even if not a very good one at times.