Assassinating Despair

Following deer tracks down into the valley.

Despite ordering a plain old boring new year, 2020 is off to an interesting start. Too interesting.

So far there has been lot of static in the illusion as we kick off a new, yet-to-be-named decade. Judging from the start, it will be something along the lines of The "First-We-Abandoned-Truth-Then-We-Abandoned-Reality Decade". 

Or was that last decade? 

Muffled and magical in the snowy spruce forest.

In a more serene way, Winter brought the Maritimes a delicious dump of powdery white stuff. 

At the time I had a burning desire to assassinate a looming sense of despair welling up deep in my soul.

Snow is a blanket. Fluffy snow insulates the best.

There was nothing to do but strap on the snowshoes for the first snowy jaunt of the year in the backyard sanctuary. My hike was was made more urgent by the forecast that was calling for heavy rain the next day.

It's carpe diem day after day, so I grabbed on to what I could scramble for, and launched myself out the back door.

Nothing refreshes like Nature. Soon, the trees, squirrel, deer, and a porcupine were showing me the Way of the woods. No drama here, just a successful community of diverse organisms all working together to make things work.

I have never met a tree I didn't like. This one provided a nice spot
to stop for a drink of water and a rest.

I returned from my romp in the wild as a new person, ready to face future gripping events as humanity stumbles through the toxic fog of our collective ignorance.

For the time being, my despair has been slain.