hey — you did it. you survived.

not just an apocalypse but the longest, darkest, night of the year.  

our tiny little rock did not grind you up this time, did not reclaim you, did not break you. and this year — this year she was hungry. this year’s belly sits fat with the Good Ones… but not you. you live. i live. we live.

so what now?

(photo by “Gemini“— in my haste to post at 12:00 AM, I left this bit off. mea culpa.)