burtlo

The first day of the New Year, my body spoke to me in Japanese. When I didn't listen, it started talking in unrealized impressionist paintings. Thick washes of azures and gold painted over blank canvases to tell me that I was in pain. A dull pain born from the victories against my wrestling combatants and the effort required to keep from the hovering police helicopters.

This New Year I listened to my body and we eventually came to an understanding. We reached a peace.