Out there...

8-21

It appears to be one of those days where I do not have the energy to be myself.

Where the effort necessary to extract myself from my parked car to go meet my friends feels like someone is asking me to dead-lift my car instead of simply... getting out of it.

I am aware of the symbolism inherent, I promise.

But I’m warm in here. And out there...
it’s only the end of August but it’s a rainy one at that and I can feel the chills creeping in.
I can sense the day shortening, the light slowly and painstakingly receding.