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Another example of why I need to find photo prompts from someone in the Northern hemisphere. There was no sun showing today – the light was diffused through a grey January ceiling yet again. I imagine that in Australia it was a beautiful midsummer day, warm and bright and golden. But here, not so much. I spent the day curled on the couch sniffling into soggy tissues and refereeing two bored housebound kids. They’re tired of being inside and tired of us and tired of each other, but it’s too wet to be outside and I’m not about to take our germs back out into public. You would think with as many toys as we own that they could play for weeks on end, but they only want to harass each other and steal the one thing their sibling wants. The joys of being 21 months apart.

It’s not just them either. I’m having a hard time with winter this year. I never really got over the time change, and the darkness is corroding my spirit. I have to drag myself out of bed in the morning, and I dread driving home each evening in the dark. I feel worn down, sluggish and slow. I find myself wishing I was anywhere but here, no matter where “here” is. I feel perpetually sleep deprived and like I’m missing some key nutrient in my diet. I know part of that is the unrelenting exhaustion of small children, but it feels like more than that right now. I miss the sun on my skin and the opportunity to just go sit outside for a little while. I miss the green growing things and the feeling that the world is alive all around me.

The good thing about living here is that the darkness is already starting to lift. In a month and a bit, it will warm up and the time will change back soon after. Spring will bring back the light and the sun will bring back life outside and I will feel better. I keep hanging on to that thought, letting it buoy me along until I can stand on my own again. Please summer, don’t be late.

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