It’s spring, and the sun is finally shining more regularly than not. And although we’re still having very cold days here, my therapy includes picking up my laptop and moving to the largest piece of window that faces the sun. So here I sit, cross legged on the floor, with my computer on a foot stool. My jumper has been on and off at least half a dozen times already as the clouds dance in front of the sun, but this is a negligable inconvenience. The warmth bounces off the glass and the yellow light lifts me. It’s time. A x
The sun always wakes me
