The very cold is coming. This will be a time of closed blinds and loneliness, because we can't afford the winter that seeps in through the bare windows.
This morning, I wrapped up in my scarf from my beautiful friend, Chelsea, and a soft, blue blanket and went to sit on the porch swing, in the sun. I closed my eyes and watched the colors, red and orange and yellow, turn to white and imagined that I was safe, somewhere, in the wide open expanse of light and the ocean that never ends.
I had breakfast and felt a little bit like a patient who has been placed in the sun to heal. That is what winter is to me. It is something of a sickness to be endured. There are days when the sun shines and I remember.