I shouldn’t be awake. I should be in bed sleeping surrounded by the tons of stuffed animals on my bed. Yet, I haven’t slept. I thought I’d post something a bit pointless before I tried going to sleep.
Fall is on its way and I cannot say I’m very enthused. The days grow shorter, nights grow longer and colder, the trees stripped, looking so much like death. Animals hibernate, the sky will stay gloomy and the bitter cold will burn the skin. Winter will come along all too quickly.
A time of year I become depressed. Winter reminds me so much of death, the world and mother earth feels so dead to me during that time of year. It’s supposed to be joyful and jolly with all the holidays. It’s too soon for this.
It’s the time of year I just want soup, tons of coffee, tea, warm milk and hot chocolate and all wrapped up in my warmest blanket and wearing footed pajamas. That’s right, I said footed pajamas. I laughed too when mama gave them to me, but they are the warmest bundle of happiness and rainbows I ever did feel around me.
I don’t feel like sleeping. I’m already looking forward to spring so I can do spring cleaning again and plant flowers and strawberries. But as long as I always have something to look forward to, I can sometimes change my perspective and actually enjoy winter from time to time. The snow is beautiful when it’s pure and void of any imperfections such as footprints and the ice on trees is pretty and watching adorable children play innocently in the snow.
It’s a bit too early for me to be feeling this way so soon but as long as I tell myself time doesn’t exist, then spring will be here before I know it.