Snow

Snow fell last night. I feel like it was falling inside my head too. Very irritable. Chocolate yoghurt making me feel better. Stoneyfield farm. Yum.

I want peace of mind. More than anything. Where does it come from? From sleep, time to reflect, walks outside, yoga, my endless lists. Of those things, I have only my lists, deployed ruthlessly in the hope that they will function as nets and snare the bats fweeping about in my mind.

Oh, what the hell am I griping about? I have it so good. I don't live in a poor, war-torn country, for starters. So many people in the world have their own thorns turned outwards, to fend off others' outward-turned thorns. My thorns are turned inwards. Bullshit. These things are not reciprocal. My thorns are so little and fragile compared to hunger, war, tyranny, and disease.

It snowed and is beautiful, but I have no time for it.