Senescence ouroboros it is resolute

it is resolute

and golden leaves drift endlessly in a forest where time curls inward

This is when it shows the world that the brilliant brain has nothing on the heart

Her name is Liora

where light dares only to trickle through the canopy

Senescence ouroboros it is resoluteThe shortness of days, the bustle surrounding the pending holidays, and the palpable weight permeating all the waking hours are indicative of the senescence of a quickly dying year. An annual transition from what was to what can be. As we live through this annual transition, each time through brings a personal awareness of the same cyclic effects upon our body. Aging is a gift for those lucky enough to experience it and provides increasing challenges