There's something about this deep winter freeze that's prodding my primal instincts like a stick.
These January days are so short and bittersweet.
We walk to and fro from school, doing the cold winter hustle, under a purple sky and yellow moon.
This lack of sunlight has paled my skin to vampish white~
I'm reaching for blacks and woolens when I dress; using them like a fur against the elements.
My sleep is deep and motionless,
making it so so hard to unfurl myself out of these cozy hibernation blankets when my eyes first open.
I've been squirreling away my winter food stores, except that instead of acorns and berries, it's those leftover chocolate pennies from Christmas.
I love to tree-watch in that morning twilight- loving on the way a few stubborn leaves still cling to their mother branches.
Everything about this season is a little magic and hazy, slightly stoned and mystical.
It's a fitting time to have my fortune told this Friday.
I'm happy to bask in the moon light and wear this winter skin...
...until spring reappears and I shrug it off like a snake...