I am TIred...

That seems to be a common theme with everyone these days. Things seem to loom more in the dead of winter than they do in the summer. The edges melt into the background and instead of seeing a lot of good things and one bad thing, you see everything as bad except some better things...like, a lot of black with some grey-ish patches.

...and a few very, very bright lights, that illuminate the bad things and shed light on what is really around you.

I miss warmth that is not uncomfortable. I miss walking around barefoot. I miss waking up in the morning with birdsong instead of my alarm clock; with light filtering through the oaks instead of cold worming its way under my comforter.