so much for resolution

i feel empty today but for the tingling cold on the inside of my fingertips. i miss people. i miss myself. i miss the words i might have used to describe this january dawn. the fridge is bare save the tubs of old sour cream and the ubiquitous bottle of fish sauce. i miss the conversation i might of had with friends as we, together, herald in a new year. i made no resolutions.

we did however buy a van. it too is a shell, but not bare and empty. no. it is a 1976 V8 Ford, fuel guzzling and full of possibilities.