it gets dark around 3 p.m.

a little ode to the darkness of the evenings

hello, friends!

how are you all doing? sending warmth and happy thoughts to each of you :)

as i mentioned in my previous post, the seasonal blues are getting to me. i finally got some poetry written, and decided my subject would be on the dark and dreary days we’re experiencing.

i hope that if you’re experiencing the same feelings, that you’re taking some extra time to rest and treating yourself with a little extra grace. make some hot chocolate and put a happy movie on. now is the ideal time to be extra kind to yourself <3

writing this post helped me feel a lot better, and i hope that you can find something to give you that same uplift, that same feeling of relief.

anyways, i hope you like this poem and an old photo:

it gets dark
around 3 p.m.
before i know
what to do
with myself;
before the day
is done;
before the moon
has time to rise.
the temperature
starts to drop
before i’m up
in the morning;
before i’m home
in the evening;
before i’m ready
with my winter coats
and my mittens.
i go to sleep early;
and i tuck myself
in tight; i wake up
in the morning feeling
heavy and unrested.
i try to start another day.
and before the day has
time to begin,
and before i know
what to do
with myself,
it gets dark
around 3 p.m.

from a foggy morning in november because i don’t have winter pics yet (there isn’t much snow around here so far)

aaand that’s all for now.

thank you so much for being here! grateful for you <3 see you soon!

emma xo