Spring Blues
Shedding winter's heaviness for spring's light still comes in the same hue.
The rain was falling in sheets, then reams. I spent the entire day acutely aware that I didn’t even want to get out of bed in the first place. I was doing this. This so called thing named living, and it was starting to wear me down. I return to the apartment as a wet dog, my mind a bit strewn all over the place much like the baby hairs plastered across my face due to the weather. My thumbs decide for me, I log on to Instagram and see some new notifications. Lydia ‘tagged’ me. I am curious and so I open the notification to find that she shared one of the photos I texted her earlier. She was having a low physical and mental day and so I pulled 10 pictures from my ‘self effacing self care’ albums I have saved for these exact moments. “I want my life to be full of Great Moments.” “great moments exist inside of ordinary moments. have you tried having a cup of tea?” Later that night I find I am unable to end the day and go into the night with a clear mind. I look to my left and gently shake my teacup so that its contents begin to swirl into a funnel. I ask for answers, droplets spill onto the couch cushions.
