44. call your best friend and tell them

written 16 months and 18 days after

Woke up to sun.

For days, fog's been burning off the river so there's just a shifting gray cloud above the water, obscuring the brown bank of trees, the white line of snow on the ground, but not today. This morning the light lit the white into bright and even the trees were somehow lighter brown. The river was moving slowly, chunks of ice forming at its centre. 

I do not feel good but the sun helps. The sun on the water always helps. I sit in the chair Kurtis bought for us in the second year we dated and watch the way the water and the light move together.

I'm underplaying how hard I find the holidays.