february, life, writing

february

February makes me want to sleep. Pull the covers over my head and sleep. I’m pretty sure I’m not depressed, I don’t feel depressed. I just feel like I want to take a break. Tune out for awhile.

Maybe I need to collect myself. Assimilate.

But I don’t do that. I mostly just sleep.

Fortunately, February’s a short month.

bamboo, nature, sunlit

a sunny sunday

photographed february 9, 2020

If you get up close and keep your eyes on the movement of the leaves, and the rhythm of the breeze, it’s almost like a summer day and standing underneath a willow tree.

But it’s not. It’s February.

And just a cluster of bamboo, at the edge of a creek.