this morning #566.

this morning, just like every other human on the planet, he was feeling rather reflective. what percentage of the last 365 days could he truly describe as “positive?” 50%? definitely not. 33%? that’d be more than a hundred good days. nah. 25%? that last number seemed more like it. by bunching the good times together, things had gone well for three months out of twelve. the other nine could suck it. he thought back to last new year’s eve & how hopeful he’d been for the year ahead. now he was looking toward the future through the eyes of a cynic, a man who’d been broken by a host of factors this year & was now waiting for both an oversized apple & the proverbial other shoe to drop.