Do you keep a journal?
Season review
My journal was a confidante.
Sometimes, a therapist.
That’s what Estelle set out to create, though.
Will there be birds when the world ends?
I don’t know; maybe we should include a snippet of birdsong, just in case?
And what about rain?
The sweet sound of chittering monkeys?
The gentle hum of the wind-swept bamboo and these enchanting wind chimes?
That means it’s up to you to play curator, too.
There’ll be choices; some will feel inconsequential, and others anything but.
Something, after hours of painstaking journal management, I am not.
