I could blame it on a lot of things, but sometimes it just
isn’t worth the energy it takes to analyze, but I just can’t help it. Winter’s been long. As the days lengthen, the long hours of
darkness that I have grown accustomed, almost unaware of, begin to close in on
me. Tonight my belly is full of stew
with root vegetables and a lightly seasoned broth, my body supported by my
Lazy Boy knock-off, the constant snap of the burning wood keeps me warm but
awake, ever so slightly. My breath
moves in and out, a slow easy rhythm.
For a few moments, I accept solitude and quiet. Clearly content, I do not move. There is not reason to move.
Suddenly, my eyes snap open and my mind comes to
attention. The time? What time is it? All sense of time is lost in my dozing
and I think, Bed time! I check: barely 7 p.m.
Embarrassingly early.
I write. I
doze. I yawn. My eyes roll and my chin drops to my
chest catching me from a deep sleep.
I am awake to write just a few words. And then my eyes close again. I am headed to bed and I won’t even note the time. It really
doesn’t matter why I am so tired.
I just am.
5 comments:
It happens.
The body doesn't lie, and sleep is a weapon. Just think how fresh and spry you will be for Spring!
It happens.
The body doesn't lie, and sleep is a weapon. Just think how fresh and spry you will be for Spring!
This is so well written I could picture it! Been there. With you on the too long winter. Tis time for spring!
Brian, I will keep you posted on my fresh spry self once spring hits in these parts. It is going to be awhile I am afraid!
And Beth, thank you for your kind words. Winter was just fine with me until the last few days. I should not complain at all. I like winter and the changing of seasons.
Spring has always been connected with hope and rebirth.
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