The letter traveled south to arrive north. I dropped it in the mail on our way east, through the thick of snow. Snow! It brought out the wild one(s), crazed all morning before the car ride. They banged on the keyboard then drum then tambourine. L screeched on the recorder. C hit the tambourine. Sonic Youth 2.0. We bundled up and drove into white, inching along the caked snow. Stopped by the co-op for cranberries, medicine, and salt. I stood in line and overheard a guy at the service counter say, “I AM your Holiday, People.” And I believed him.
I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.