So starts a new year. Since my new years eve was spent at work, my news years day was spent in pj’s. My boyfriend and his friends stumbled upon the idea of photo-journaling every day of the year and I was intrigued.
This picture is just before I tucked in on New Year’s day. The dark glow of my lamp, the soft-fleece of my boyfriend’s sweater on me–my winter escape. I always savour those last few moments before I fall asleep. Finally, a chance to slow down, to day dream, to pray.
And as I whisper off to sleep I think nothing and everything all at once. What will the next day bring?
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