It's eight thirty in the morning and the sun has not risen yet. Sunset is at 4:15 this afternoon. This time of year I almost feel claustrophobic. The days are so short and I crave sunlight. Today we won't get home until after four and it will be too late to walk in the river valley as the coyotes come out as the sun fades. Sigh.
I need sunlight on my skin, not just my face. I want to see green that's not a spruce or a pine. I want. I want. I want. I want what I do not have and do not want what I have. Sigh.
Three weeks and the days will be getting longer.