I'm on a plane again. An auspicious way to start a new year. We're headed to Chicago for a stopover before Nashville and the pilot just announced that it is 7 degrees Fahrenheit in the Windy City today.
Welcome 2010. I don't know what you have in store for me yet. Maybe I was more sure last week when everything made more sense. Just a few days ago I knew what I wanted in the new year. Now I'm not so sure.
It's hard to understand what I feel right now. Perhaps my heart is damp after the rain. Maybe it has been filled and emptied out at the same time.
This is an uncertain first step into 2010.