Skewed, angled latitude makes for long nights and short days. This is the time to hunker down, batten up, hide.
The days are dark.
The mind feels dim.
Inhaling winter feels midnight blue and heavy, pregnant, premature, scarce.
Until I cracked open the windows. Imagine laughing at the privilege of an open window.
The breeze smells periwinkle.
Tastes fragile like robin blue eggshells.
Feels like lying on the grass with cottonseeds swimming all around.
He makes all things.
Knew all things.
He makes all things new.
God gives a hand to those down on their luck, gives a fresh start to those ready to quit.