There are times
There are times when your senses try to pull you out of a depression. When they try to wrest your mind free of the negative thoughts and let it see beauty for a moment.
Tonight it is fall.
Very distinctly. The wind is bustling through the trees, and it smells of damp, and rot, and yet is somehow still crisp, rather than cloying. I was just stepping outside to take out the recycling, and took a deep breath.... it was lovely.
I've been wallowing lately. We'll see when that ends. Most of my no in school or at work time has been spent on a ball on the couch under a blanket. Blah.
On a positive note, this means I've been tearing through books.
Tonight it is fall.
Very distinctly. The wind is bustling through the trees, and it smells of damp, and rot, and yet is somehow still crisp, rather than cloying. I was just stepping outside to take out the recycling, and took a deep breath.... it was lovely.
I've been wallowing lately. We'll see when that ends. Most of my no in school or at work time has been spent on a ball on the couch under a blanket. Blah.
On a positive note, this means I've been tearing through books.