Seasonal

antlers

roth

moon

I am learning that like the Earth and like the Moon, I am seasonal.

Today, I am morose and melancholy, an internal reflection of the weather. As I sip green tea, I long to be in a bath, my thoughts drifting away with the heat. I am learning not to fight these feelings. They are as apart of me as much as the utmost joys and pleasures. They will come and go. The ebb and flow. I will melt into the tide, with my breath, and wait for it to rise. Maybe tonight, with the moon.

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