

I've been thinking a lot about how sullen I get in the winter. I lay in bed in the morning staring out the window, wondering why it is so dark at 7 AM. By the time 8 arrives I feel like I am late. I need sunlight, and I need to get places. I have to sacrifice the sun for now and make due. And then I see the hue of the sky out the window begin to change. A deep blue with a burst of something behind it. Maybe a red, feeling powerful. Orange, offering to help me through the day. And I remember. This is a temporary condition. You will find your way through it. Again. And again. Again. And again.
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