Interlude, February 15th

I want light. I need it, real badly.

I’ve spent the past few months at work just coping. Doing whatever absolutely needs to be done; making lists to cull the anxiety of not being as productive as I’d want to be.

I need sunshine and longer days. I need the sun to rise and clear my head of all the cotton. I need light to gently stroke my cheek and revitalize me.

We’re not even through February yet. March awaits. April and spring seem light-years away.

One can only hope.