R.M. Dolin, January 11, 2024
The bleak winter storm beats against my window as wind swept snow insists on being let inside. Pulling heavy blankets over my head, I beg the clock for five more minutes. The coldness of my morning amplifies the loneliness of my life, which seems more present in the grey infinity of fast falling snow. I do not yield to misplaced melancholy, because I know, no matter how harsh and uncaring the world I wake up in may seem, someone somewhere is thinking fondly of me, and it fills my heart with warm rays of sunshine.
Written while staring out my kitchen window as I make morning coffee and think fondly of the woman I love, wondering if she thinks fondly of me.
