It happens every year to me. It seems it happens sooner though. Last year it was mid-February. This year I am succumbing to it at the end of January. You know, it's winter weariness. I'm tired. Really tired. I wake up and it's dark. It's dark before supper. The temperatures are ccccooolllldddd. The sky pale gray-blue. Everything white, brown, golden or gray. I need green. I need yellow. I need red. I need blue. I need.... Spring.
But Spring is months away.
Perhaps it's just that I physically do not feel well. Some upper respiratory illness. Coughing, sneezing, aching, tired. Going on 3 weeks now. Ugh. I'll get better... hopefully before spring.
The bees will fly, the birds sing and the flowers will bloom. It will happen. I am hoping.
Today's Journey Joy - photos of color
There is a joy in the journey. There is a Light we can love on the way. There is a wonder and wildness to life and freedom for all who obey. (Michael Card)
Melancholy
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