I am sorry I am so brief these days.

It is a combination of things; weather, time of year, COVID fatigue, neighborhood “drama,” the state of the world, and added to the mix tonight…..Benadryl (bugs are eating me alive) that have me in a funk I am having trouble shaking.

Despite all of the positives, I find myself drawn to the negatives.

Ignoring the light which hurts my eyes.
Wallowing in the dark which feeds my melancholia.

The negative spaces and voids call to be filled, and I, obediently oblige. Filling them with worst case scenarios and feelings of unworthiness.

Years of therapy and “self help” undone by a change in the seasons.

It is a reminder, I suppose, that as the days grow shorter and the nights longer, we must make time to seek out the light.

To notice when it filters in at a low angle; through the leaves and branches of trees which have weathered many cycles of light and dark and come back stronger year after year.

Light that shines but does not warm.

Light that is form over function.

Light that is a reminder of longer days that lay ahead.

Light that is a promise of tomorrow.