Maybe it’s the time of year…the daylight dwindling and the layers of clothing building. Hats, gloves, and scarves on top of sweaters, long underwear and knee socks.
I cannot breathe under it all but in the frigid air I gasp, throat constricting and eyes spilling tears from all that freshness.
Inside my head can be torture. My mood is dark and the passing of time weighs on my shoulders; each day a new wrinkle, the mirror only recently a friend is already an enemy again.
I struggle.
Time is moving always forward and what am I doing? I am watching it go, mostly.
Letting it slip through my fingers.
Happiness is no more fleeting than any other emotion. It all comes and goes, slips through the cracks and goes.
Today is the first day of winter: The Winter Solstice. The darkest day of the year and so it is welcomed.
I welcome this day because it means each day moving away from this day gives me just a little bit more light; a little less time, too...
...but we have to let the light in.
