Linking with Kat over at the Kat Eye Studio for the PHC for April. April is over? Really? It seems it's just begun.
Branches are still bare, hat and gloves are still needed to take a morning walk, a foggy mist rises from the river saying the air and water temperature are still far apart, the sun is elusive; veiled.
This was April, a taunting mostly. Teasing. Teasing me until it's last week when it turned the corner. The Lion and the Lamb came a month late this year; my spirit tied to them.
But here, this day, at the end of April, in early morning, the sun has risen and it is no more "dark o'clock" when I arrive at the gym so early. I am not so much brave and steadfast in my trek. Others, more than usual, have joined in the task and ritual of the early hour. It is because of the light they are now able.
My rhythms run strongly on light. They answer to it. They slave to it yet ache in the grey and darkness. I cannot help it.