winter

The trees outside are almost naked. The wind tears through them and soon all the hangers on will be gone. I take comfort in it. The bareness of it all. Winter creates a new sense of space. No clutter. Just sharp, clean space. You can look through the starkness, void of leaves-and see for miles.
Time to settle into the darkness. Hot tea. Books. Blankets. This is how I cope.
Might as well embrace it. Because its gonna be awhile.