Like the leaves my inspiration is gone. Blown away and sucked up by the ever growing darkness of these dreadful lightless months.
I want to hibernate, or do like the plants do – have a break and come back when there’s light to see and warmth to feel again.
Until then, what to write about? No fruit remains on the trees. And apart from few dark “evergreen” plants, there’s not much. As I miss the green I occupy myself with other things, as an (most of the times rather unworthy) ersatz.
A small comfort that is nonetheless 😐 .