Direction of Travel

Yesterday we went up to the roof. In this patch of frozen snow, right near the door, there were the strange patterned tracks of all these birds. No human footprints mixed in: it was extremely cold and icy, really too cold to be up there. Still, looking out over the city in all four directions gives me such a feeling of expansiveness. On the cusp of old year and new year, wondering about the direction that life will take next. Just now it's hard to feel eager or excited about it. But maybe... soon...