Hello friends,
The sun finally came out in my little corner of the world. And I’m tempted to make an obvious metaphor about how the sunshine parting outside feels like the sunshine parting inside my head but it’s not a metaphor when you have seasonal depression. It’s quite literal.
And despite supplementing vitamin D and adding considerable amounts of it to my diet over the last six months, nothing has parted the clouds over my heart the way the pink pear blossoms and bright red tulips and budding peonies in my yard have over the last 72 hours. My backyard is brimming with dandelions, and the first fragile white butterflies are flocking to the yellow like moths to flame.
And after being so sick for the whole of last summer, and feeling so weak all winter long, I was able to do three-mile walks around my favorite park without a stitch of effort on three occasions in the last week.
It’s all had me feeling a bit celebratory, really.
And that’s meant fewer hou…
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