Warmth

I'm so weepy the last week or so. Having no sun, just little pop outs once in a while, affects me more than I've ever realized. I grab whatever comes out, turn my face to the warmth and soak it up. I know it's cold all over, eerily so. Lizards needing to be warmed by blow dryers, falling out of trees, I've never heard of such things! I cry over the littlest things, I suppose I should be glad I can cry. I knew a woman once who would come to church. She's blind, and she has no tear ducts. But I always knew when she was crying, so I would wrap my arms around her and rock and keen with her. That's how I feel right now, like rocking and keening.