Every year I say I am ready for it, it’s been a busy summer, go go go, and I am ready for it to be dark earlier, read some books, catch up on some TV shows, slow down.
And then it happens
Blanket of ice
Void of color
The stillness of my heart and how it catches in my throat , stays there just long enough that it’s hard for me to swallow.
The heaviness that settles in your soul
Longing for spring