Are you rich enough?

Photo: by author.

The cold December morning air rushes around me, as I look off the porch into a field of white glistening snow.

I take the moment to think back on my life in the last year, it only gets me started down that rabbit hole of reflection.

Before I know it I’m in a journey to my past , rebattling demons and revisiting old places I swore I’d never trespass.