Waiting for the Sun
As I open my eyes, I run my tongue over cracks in my lips, and although I thirst for water, I sink back under the blankets.
As I peek out of my toasty cocoon, frost on the window hides the bleak scene of naked trees, their crumbling leaves scattering in the frigid wind.
I cringe as my bare feet meet the floor and shuffle to the coffee pot.
I continue my morning routine on auto-pilot.
Knowing it will be another bad hair day, I pull on a ball cap.
Stepping out into the cold with visible breath, my fingers quickly numbing even in gloves, I pull my coat tight around me.
Sloshing through partially frozen mud, I make my way….waiting for the sun.
Written Winter 2011 – originally posted on my first blog Permission to Dream Heart and Soul