It's pitch dark by 6:15.
Thanksgiving is a month away, with Hannukah nipping at its heals.
And suddenly it's almost TBG's birthday and then mine.
I remember thinking that I would be 9 forever. Now, I keep forgetting how old I am; the years are flying by in a way they never have before.
All this while I'm conscious of living in the moment, of being present, of relishing each smell and sound and sight.
I'm not sure I'm pleased with the situation.
And it's pitch dark at 6:15 AM...that's what has me so upset. I hate to get up in the dark and the cold. Winter is not my favorite time of the year. I really don't mind pitch dark at 6:15 pm though as I am so tired by days end that I am ready to collapse into my bed as soon as possible.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad I don't have dogs or babies who wake at 6am. I'm waffle up naturally at 7ish
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I am still trying to adjust to the dark and the cold.
ReplyDeleteLiving in the moment is good advice, but sometimes I need to trade it for a different moment. :-/
I get it.
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