Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Winter

The days are short and dark. My fingers never get warm. I stare outside in the gray abyss and loose my thoughts. I have been doing _______ ??? for hours. The dishes still need to be washed, the floors still need sweeping. My love is far away and I am alone. My days run into one another and I loose track of time. This dismal season has captured me and taken me prisoner.

One day, soon again, I will feel the warm sun on my face and the breeze on my bare legs.

1 comment:

Iscah Mara said...

poor abandoned extrovert, is the sun your only companion?