Merry meet. 

How did it get to be December? How could it be only three weeks until Yule? How did 2019 speed by so fast? My journal had no answers.

Last year at this time I was struggling with holiday deadlines and special sections for two monthly community newsmagazines. All those years in community print journalism. All those early deadlines. All those special sections. All the frustration. The snow storm that cancel school and the event you were counting on for the cover. Holiday parties. The sources too caught up with the busy season to return calls, texts or emails. Being of good cheer. Those pressures are twelve months and twelve hundred miles behind me. 

I feel delightfully free. When I was a child, summers seemed to go on forever. Then there was that 1966 documentary “The Endless Summer.” Perhaps driving to Florida will be enough magic to make winter disappear this year.