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.