1-15-25   3:06pm

january
the month where i start to mourn summer
and forget about the sound of the ocean

birds migrating south
darkness by 5pm
layers upon layers of clothing

but we read more books
and the neighborhood cat seeks solace in your home
snow graces the ground
a contrast between light and dark
life and dormancy

a moment to pause
to release and let go
love
shelter
the promise of spring

a slower life

I guess January isn't so bad after all

2-3-25   10:31pm

I want to look for god in the small ways of life
do I already?
well
I do like the sound of birds chirping
and how the sunset bathes the room in a golden hue
or how when birds fly overhead
they're arranged in the perfect formation of a 'V'

i overthink.
i over love.
i over feel.

i am the sea
or i am nothing.