winter_feeling pilgrim Ennui Like a softly falling mist settles upon me, sinking in through the layers of my being, like the rains that drift in off the cold Ocean. Bathing the forests, filtering the light. I am at peace with this feeling, this moistness that saturates all I do. It is winter again, and I turn within myself, Going through the Motions, the endlessly repeating Cycles; Wake Work Eat Rest Sleep. Wondering Why, after all is done, that The thrill of Life seems to Ebb this Way? It is not that I do Not Love Her, or that I Feel Separate from that Love, It is more that after half a century of drawing Breath, the Flesh begins to weaken. The Mysteries Still Remain, Ever Unsolvable Ever Beaconning me onward, But There is this Winter Feeling, This Weariness that enfolds me. I take cold comfort from its embrace, Knowing that in a few months, with the lenghtening of days and the warmming of the winds, I shall crawl forth from this hollow and rejoice again. But for now I ponder the cold stillness, and seek what Truth may Be Found Here. 040128 ... oldephebe true 040129 ... ee i am collecting snowflakes 040129 ... p seeping through me. lazy, loving, and somehow very productive. i dream of days that probably won't come, and think up ways to ease myself to the point of questioning. awkward traps are there to be tripped, but i try to work my way around the tangles of friendships to the point of happiness that lingers up ahead, just out of reach but in plain view. 080120 what's it to you? who go blather from