I’m not sure why I didn’t start this post during the weekend. Then again, what is a weekend when you spend everyday at home? The days have really just blurred together and every time I think about what day it might be, I have to confirm by asking the hubby or looking at the calendar. Small things compared to the rest of this whole situation.

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the whisper of the chill
fleeting for the moment
the longing for the cold
seemingly so out of reach
the silent plea for rest
willing to touch the darkness
can’t we fall just a little bit
linger somewhere in between
just enough to want again
the solace of warm light


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