Dear god I can see blue sky and it rained all night and thunder and lightening woke me up and this weather is just so strange. Warm on top of everything. Bizarre winter but the birds are at the feeder in hoards and the camellias are budding and blooming and the Bradford Pears still haven't lost all of their leaves and I feel buzzy and strange this morning and I should go for a walk although it's been so long I'll most likely get lost in the woods, having forgotten my way, my path, my purpose.
Sundays can fuck off.
Although I do appreciate, more than I can say, seeing the sun.
And even as I write that, it slips behind a cloud again.