November, You’re not making things any easier for me. I am fighting here, trying to see the light in my life and cultivate more of it. This is very hard when every day the darkness comes so soon. The days are shorter; November, I need more time. Trying to have a clear mind is hard when the sky is as foggy as I want my head not to be. I still love you, November. The possibility of rain has always made me happy. And I love the misty mornings. If only I could pull myself from bed earlier, when the sun is rising, maybe then I could fill myself with enough light that when the dusk arrives it will not overcome my mind. You’re not making it any easier for me, November, but I will never give up the fight for my light.
Sarah B., writing prompt #66: Write about November
