It's Feburary (how did that really happen?). The dead of winter. Where waking up each morning is excruciating, a tortured feat dragging minds out of heavy dreams, groggy and exaggerated slow motion movements, the idea of staying tucked under the covers for just five more minutes, skip that 8am class a painful temptation.
Feburary where stepping outside requires layers upon layers of fabrics and textures: cotton, cashmere, wool, gloves, hats, scarves, boots, anything and everything to be wrapped and protected from the fury of the air oustide, biting, sharp, and vicious. The relentless wind and the relentless cold, deteriating motivation like few things can. For a day, snow might grace the sky, white flurries slashing against vulnerable faces, but beautiful. Then the sludge and dirty piles of snow on sidewalks, impossibly slippery roads and boots dragging in dirty ice-water.
Feburary where the gray skies dominate the city, the park, the buildings monochromatic, stained black and white and gray.
February when it is easy to sigh and despair--over every little thing. When it is easy to foresee no end to the dreadful days. When it is easy...and yet impossible not at all easy.
I haven't blogged in forever. I can try to blame that on the winter, excuses that slip into words that slip into nothingness. But what good are excuses?
Anyway. No more of that. I guess this is a greeting: hello. Let's get reaquainted. Let's sip tea or hot coco in front of glowing screens and let's have a conversation. Let's work magic. My words, your mind. Perhaps it'll make the winter that much more bearable.
(OH AND, another "excuse" for the lack of writing has definitely been the 365 tumblr, where I take a picture a day and post it. It's been going surprisingly well--I can definitely already see my photography improving and have only missed one or two days near the start. But um, also it's only been going on for a little over a month. You should take a look. This photo is from there.)