the world continues to spin
It felt like winter today, if only just. The sky had cleared, after a few days of storm and rain, and it's late enough in the season that the sun no longer heralds warmth: it means there is no cloud cover to keep the heat in. The winter sun brings cold. I noticed it on the ride home today, when the wind on my face had taken on a sharper edge--a lesser version of those sunlit mornings that January will bring, bright and cold as a knife, where the air cuts through your protective layers and leaves you with a chill that you can never quite burn away.
It's hard, in times of crisis, to accomplish much of anything, but there is a comfort in that, in autumn's brilliance fading into the dreariness of winter, of the fact that no matter how much your mind has shut down your ability to feel anything, you can still feel the bitterness in the air and be dazzled by the winter sun. To be reminded that you are real, even when you don't feel like it.