Woke up this morning in a dark place.
Not enough sleep.
Plagued by a book deadline.
Argued with the daughter.
Had to clean the dishes in the sink.
Then—I saw the above image.
We moved to Southern California two years ago, and during winters I realize how absolutely badly I needed it. I couldn’t stand the snow, the cold, the wind, the frost, the breeze. Yes, I loved that first white on the ground. But I loathed the following day, and the following day, and the following day. I hated walking my dog on the ice, and seeing her piss turn white yellow. I hated sitting inside the local Starbucks and shivering every time the door opened.
The whole scene made me a miserable human being. I was OK in November and December, because the holidays and lights keep you aloft. But come January, February, March—hell. Pure hell.
Woke up this morning in a dark place.
Now I’m in the light.
