The theme from The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly is playing in my head. Tumbleweeds are rolling.
The past weeks have been filled with the dregs of winter. It’s the time of season summer heat is longed for. Open windows, bare arms and feet.
Training is hard in bitter cold, wet tracks and wind.
I am over comfort food. Over heating bills. Over waking in the dark.
I am not sure how much more I can take of pre-election news. Or of the imminent feeling of gloom, no matter which major player and party is elected.
My head aches. My throat swells. My body years for sun.
Words are on hold. Stuck in the end of winter slump. The ebb and flow of seasons. Of words.
The sky is grey and weighs heavily. The closeness of winter is bearing down.
I am waiting. For words. For blue sky. For warm winds and the promise of the beach.
They will come. All of them. In time. But for now, the tumbleweeds roll, and a western movie theme plays in my head.