Another freezing day dawns, snowy ice doing its worst to up-end walkers and render cars immobile, staying inside in the warmth a desire beyond others but yet I venture out.
Am I a madman? Probably.
Life must always go on although so often this is a dream.
This year’s start saw me frozen and unable to break a pattern of idle hibernation. Only latterly has my brain started to thaw but still my thoughts hold me in a slow awakening. Too easily, all too easily, do I turn over to sleep again knowing that I can waken another day: “another”, always “another day”, always tomorrow but …..
This year’s end must be my awakening, my full awakening, my return to a life of …..
No! Just a return to life. No more.
Return to life.
Return to life, Calum.