I feel that I could very well refrain from posting on here for several months,
and still have nothing new to report when I return.
That is how slowly I feel my life moves.
It is something similar to molasses on a cold day in January.
And yes, it has been cold.
As a child I always found the winter to be an enjoyable time.
It consisted of playing outdoors in the snow,
until soaking wet and tired.
It meant hot chocolate in the night,
Today, I find that Christmas comes too quickly,
hot chocolate is fattening,
work is what exhausts me,
and snow is too cold.
Perhaps life does change quicker than anticipated.
A mere 10 years ago,
I would be outside, gavorting with the others.
Today the snow will be hindrance driving to work,
and the cold will make me long for spring.
Life does change.