In the spring, I always have the urge to write again. I love the beginning of winter, the freshness of snow and liquid air in my lungs. But by the middle of January, the greyness settles in my bones and I get so so tired.
Today I opened my window and stood in the light. I read poetry and dressed up and ate well. I laughed deeply, from the bottom of my being. Tomorrow I will take off my shoes and let my feet feel the earth again. Spring has come.
The greyness will come back. But I can finally see the light and feel the sun on my face. Joy is mine, given by our greatest joy-bringer. I will rejoice.
Song of the post: She Lit a Fire- Lord Huron
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