“To Build a Home” cover - Benny Martin
I’m tempted to write a things-I’m-thankful-for-because-it’s-Thanksgiving post. And really there are just so many things to be grateful for, things I appreciate.
But I’ll refrain.
There’s something about this time of year that feeds melancholia. In the midst of colored lights and firewood, of warm scarves and too-big mittens, of family and just-enough too-much food, it seeps in (Or does grow from inside out?) and fills spaces with a heaviness that I’m not sure how to shake. It sinks in, makes a home. Keeps me company.
I wonder if it’s weather-induced?
And now it’s time to leave