Do you know what is outside the window? Sunshine. Warm, happy making sunshine. Blue skied, window opening, new air being breathed into the house sunshine.
It has been a long year. As well as one where time slips away. Unused.
Life is the double bloom camellia outside the window. It is walking passed the palliative care nurses station without making eye contact. It is the too often uttered word, cancer, weaving in and out of my days. Friends. Family. Stories of people unknown.
It is making time for running. And time to sit and read. Head buried in a book, forgetting, just for a while, what the world away from crafted words is offering.
August has been full of life. The dark, cloud heavy life of reality. Of plane trips and visits. Of laughter, tears and one too many coffees. Of theatre, ballet and singing loudly with hundreds of others to a well loved movie. It has been friends, new and old. Full of text messages and conversations.
It is the as yet unmade decisions on the lesser of two evils election. It has been Syria’s unending devastation, and a Prime Minister talking about crimes against humanity; while actively perpetrating some of his own offshore. All in the name of votes.
I am waiting for spring. Reality will not change. But sun will warm skin. Feet will be uncloaked from socks and boots. Shoulders will bare themselves to the sun.
I am coming back into myself. The long hibernation of soul that is winter is shedding its blanketing layers. Reality will not alter. But there will be warmth to welcome it, and blue sky to light the dark.