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