Tuesday, January 20, 2009

What a life I lead when the sun breaks free

Every morning I wake up with the hope that it is actually spring. And yet, every morning - despite my wakeup time becoming later and later the 7am dawn still looks something like this.

I miss my bike, I miss seeing my own skin, my toes want sand -my nose, some sun.

1 comment:

Joanna said...

I complain that it's cold here--but I know Syracuse has a TRUE winter. I sympathize, dear friend. Hang in there. Alcohol helps.