So Many Half-Thought-Out Replies

Lurk lurk lurk

So many half-thought-out replies come to mind, and incipient wanna-be jokes and quips; but they don't coalesce into comments, so I lurk.

A symptom of this my season of... lassitude.

Days lately have been overcast. Just chilly enough to be discouraging. Gray, featureless sky, morning to night, day after day. And the daylight itself, so brief! I am miss the sun.

Now! The solstice at last! Sure, the worst of winter is still ahead. No, the dawn doesn't come dramatically sooner, nor the sunset noticeably later, at first. But, just knowing that the cycle has reversed, that the sun is moving north again, is warming, invigorating.

Burst of solstice-inspired energy expired, I back to lurkness shamble.