Good trick, re-set the alarm, late enough to escape the dark.
Wake up in an approximation of dawn, but later. Grey light infection,
something sick for the daily soul. Thinking about Spain, the Med,
anywhere, get me there fast. Let the light stream in through the
eyes. Later,levitation. Winter delivers it’s kinder sister,
dressed in bright, low, golden sunlight. We stand outside, facing
south, clutching mugs of hot & steaming. Smiling, purring.
On parole from another heavy dose of grey.