January

Today’s draft is inspired by multiple cloudy, overcast days and reaching the “white knuckle” stage of winter. I hope you are finding your way to lightness.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIt would all be so much easier if there was sun,he says as he sits across from me,steam rising from his bowl,eyes obscured by a thumbprint right in the center of his glasses.There’s nothing you can do about it, he says,it’s not your fault.It’s not my fault, but still,I will dream rage-dreams about my own inabilityto reach into the clouded sky,to tear the clouds apartuntil my hands dissolve in pools of sunlight.