seasonless

waking is nostalgic these days. the light that is cast in my room gives the illusion that a silent snowfall has covered the earth during the night. the need and desire to hibernate is strong, wanting to bury myself in my covers and go in and out of sleep all day long.

in all actuality, it is november in texas, and just another overcast day. the grass is still green, the leaves still cling to the trees, and it will probably make it up to the mid 50's today.

the lack of seasons makes me feel as though i am stuck in a vaccuum. i still feel like it is mid-september, but my calendar tells the truth. it is confusing and frustrating. it makes me sad.