The alarm sounds. I peek my head out from under the covers. My world is, as I’d feared, cold and dark.
Like a turtle retracting it’s head, I retreat to the warmth beneath the covers… if only for a few more precious moments.
The sun seems to be playing this same game. Each day it comes out from the darkness a little later than the previous. On some days, I emerge a little before it. Other days, we come out of the darkness together.
Sometimes I feel like a lone butterfly arm’s reach away from its kaleidoscope. The season seems to call for a bit of solitude which helps me to reflect on the year as it comes to an end.
This time of introspection used to come with a bit of judgement. I feared that it was wrong in some way and with that fear came loneliness. But when I allow room to just be alone in neutrality, it isn’t bad at all.
In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.
-Albert Camus