Dag Nammit!
It’s one of those Monday mornings again. Dark clouds hovered over the horizon. This type of weather kills. Fatal to those who are made for sunny days, fatal to me. The sun has always been a friend. It helps me think, makes me rational, somehow and most of the time. I’d like to stay in bed under my covers but Monday is not a good time to procrastinate, so I decided to put on my layers but no amount of down would keep my sanity. The cold penetrates and the harsh wind sank its fangs on my neck. It’s scarf day today. I shouldn’t have forgotten it. I tried to keep me small and hurried my stride. The feeling was eating me whole. I made truce with motivation. That’s why I was able to walk to the train station. But I still hate fall. And I hate winter more. I tried to keep it steady. Early morning is my worst.
Metamorphosis.
I’d wear that smile again. Like I never battled with myself. I’d be on my best behavior. No bitterness left. Sanity checked.
