A couple of late nights scattered over the week
A growing desire for change is born as the season changes
Chilly mornings, glorious afternoons; sun rays barely warming the skin
Eyes squinting as I look towards the window; a soft sigh escapes from the lips
Robotic movements throughout the day;
stack, slip, tear, press
The mind temporarily shelved.
The mind protests, but with defeated shoulders, I can only give a weak shrug.
Later, maybe.
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