I remembered what it was like to leap out of bed with an eagerness for the day but that feeling was long gone.
Winter set in like an abscess, like an infection.
That jig-saw view of life taken apart, put back together.
It is this time, I think to myself on the couch, that I will want to keep with me forever.
The problem started with the awareness that the days were blurring together with little to set them apart.
What little light from this, these broken clouds.