This time of year is hard enough when the only sun you get is that brief time between dawn and when you get out of your car. But there’s been no sun in the morning all week and it’s been damp and closed in and I wake up in the dark, go inside, spend all day under the long-tube lights, and go back into the dark. I feel closed in and bothered. It’s hard to say by whom.
But I miss the sun. I miss waking up to light slipping in the windows and across the floor, the bed, my face.
I’m having a hard time of it latelyand I more than anything want to be left alone and them am irritated when I am.
But then I come home and I stick my nose in one of the squares I have done and it’s all Kool-aid-y and clean-smelling and it makes me happy. It smells like hot days without much to do.