Darkness in the Spring

Darkness touches all of our lives, and some of us embrace it more intimately than others.

I have long felt that I am one that has been called to work at night, at times, within the veils of life's dusk and murk. I am stuck in the Southern Hemisphere, the spring equinox has heralded the time putting an end to the chilly winter and obscurity. My body begins to sense the generation of heat that was once burrowed down under.

I am merely lost in the musings of what my repeated and unbidden sense of foreboding today might mean. I am actually a remarkably ecstatic human being, no longer prone to the loneliness I felt as one being initiated into a life of navigating the turbid, composting cycles.

Tonight, I got lost in 徐佳莹mournful croon, 绿洲. To not let the dark envelope me into gloom, I knew I needed a remedy. I took tonight off from all responsibilities, and I tended to myself.

I treated myself with a cup of chamomile tea, hoping it would relieve my sleeplessness and anxiety. I infused and drank hot, sipped deep. And I spent time at my own, writing this blog.