this morning #967.

this morning, i can tell that it’s happening once again. a flat grey haze overlaid onto another day. blanketing every single day. a parade of bleakness on display. way more dramatic these days. i’m becoming convinced that once we reach the season’s end, winter will up & buck the yearly trend, refuse to relent, go on ad infinitum. i know it won’t actually happen but it sure feels that way. i know i’m not alone. we’re all knee deep in this same struggle for existence, this need to either adapt to the temporary cold climate or get trapped in a cycle where so many cracks form in our sadness & sanity that we crack up before warmer weather arrives. we’re all just trying to survive.