Despite all my philosophizing last month on the clarity the open stretches of winter bring, February has done what it does best- made me start to get sick of it. The cold and the drawing in. I feel less observant, more sluggish. Even on my neighborhood walks I spend most time staring at my feet, trying not to slip. Too close for comfort.
FEBRUARY
FEBRUARY
FEBRUARY
Despite all my philosophizing last month on the clarity the open stretches of winter bring, February has done what it does best- made me start to get sick of it. The cold and the drawing in. I feel less observant, more sluggish. Even on my neighborhood walks I spend most time staring at my feet, trying not to slip. Too close for comfort.