This Could Be the Best Year Yet

Another year comes quietly like snow against the door. I've heard a

lot of promises I don't hear any more. Some people meant it at the

time, some meant to mean it then. I kept moving either way.

That's how it's always been. So here's to the turn of the year,

to an open stretch of road. Every step I took alone taught me what

I know. All the work, all the learning curves, all the nights

I stayed in. They're starting now to line up right. This could

be the best year yet. I spend my time sharpening tools, learning how things