Seasonal depression.
Absence of light, darkness
takes account over too much of our
mind. Albeit temporary, for a time.
Disruptive.
Denigrating.
Deceptive days so short, nights
become long, we are anything
but strong. SAD. It is real.
Random thoughts stain our psyche
like salt on the sidewalk.
Undeserved.
Unfulfilling.
All we know is all we feel and it
is not good. Even confusion
would seem more satisfying.
01/19/2024 j.g.l.
open space
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SAD
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collectively
Divided by differences, purposely
or subconsciously, our bias evident
even when it is not shown.
The distance between Us and Them.
Aren’t we all trying to live through
these moments individually and
collectively? Is it all so necessary?01/14/2024 j.g.l.
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01/09/2024
The now will extend to the future, the past becoming a part of it all.
By taking the steps in the days ahead, you influence what will become of your past.
Now is as much a time for change as it is reflection.
The past can motivate you to go further.
Few things remain the same.01/09/2024 j.g.l.
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a fresh view
It snowed hard last night, my view of this city from 11 floors up lessened by the white glow, even in the darkness. I’m not sure you would call the snowfall unexpected; for days the media chatter predicted an impending doom.
We are now a week into January, so it only seemed natural.
There is a beauty in snow, one that uncovers gentle childhood memories while cloaking the dismal sights of a city flush with societal problems and pain. For a while we can witness a fresh view.
I enjoyed listening to the crunch under my feet as I stepped into the morning chill. Soon the sound of shovels and snow-moving equipment will break the pleasant silence as Toronto’s Sunday traffic picks up its pace.
In a few hours the succulent softness will become grey and slushy and then will be gone. The city will return to its day-to-day familiarity.
Still, for a moment, I enjoyed a little break in the momentum.01/07/2023 j.g.l.
