Wind-swept hair falling in my green eyes making them tear up, like sudden heart-break.
The first struggling purple croci reaching for the sun
Cold temperatures still make us shake and burrow
our necks into pink and red embroidered scarves
while the beautiful red cardinals start singing their delightful songs.
Everything is scary when you wake up at 3:30am.
Twinges tickling your stomach as your mind taunts you.
What was just a thought last night is a devastating situation now.
I try to rock myself to sleep, back and forth, my eyes deadlocked
on the digital clock, numbers flipping past at an enormous speed.
Deep breaths, resolutions, solutions, I think nothing will feel better
until the morning with its gift of my first cup of strong and milky coffee.