Exhausted Ray

There is something about that late December sun my friend.
Something that seems spent, weak it's days of life to end

We laughed about your days in Seattle
A glimmer of hope in this early winter gloomy battle

Of heart and soul in changing winds yet to come
In New Year's tide.

The stillness of my forlorn office
Becons another year has expired, here's hoping old habits have died.

A simple piece about the essence of the final week of the year! In my office at work a lot of life is lived as I travel anywhere in the nation alone on my computer searching for new accounts! But, a good friend stopped by to visit and check in, last Friday, the final work day of the year. This piece is a narrative about good people in a world that is increasingly losing them. It is a story about how the world goes still after the pomp and circumstance of an over commercialized holiday season of noise, joy and bustle. It reflects the spiritual exhaustion of a year of emotion good and bad. It reflects the quiet but peaceful death of a year. What better symbol than a weak ray of sunlight trying to warm a solemn  office room peering through a window! What better hope than to have a consistent friend in a world of upheaval and in a time of calendar change. Happy New Year as to hope for a future of better things.