In my place
As summer begins, I feel as though our city is waking up, blinking and stretching in the sun. I'm coming out of a hazy half hibernation state of being I never realized I had fallen into. I can't let the days slip by anymore.
This winter was harsh on all of us. It was heavy, gray, and excruciatingly long. I forget sometimes how dark it can be, but then there are only four hours of daylight and we all start to lose our minds.
It's light out now until ten, and the days are getting longer. Everyone looks and feels much more alive, and I am forever grateful for the sun.
Someone really should give this family an award for making it through another brutal winter.
I am blessed to have been featured among some brilliant young artists in this month's issue of Lost Freedom Magazine. It's a lovely little magazine and I highly suggest you take a few moments to check it out.
Also, I don't think I ever properly thanked Morgan Cottle for the sweet testimonial she gave me a few months back. I'm so awful at managing those things, but thank you so SO much!
One hundred and fourteen.