Didn't it get cold all of a sudden. And dark. On my jog now, it's like mid winter, although maybe now quite that cold. But cold to what it was a few weeks ago.
Thump, thump go my feet on the footpath.
Life retracts and we become smaller and paler and we curl ourselves tighter for the winter and the cold. We become smaller because of the dark, or is that lack of light.
Thump, thump, thump go my feet on the footpath.
We slide down into our shell, our cave, our mansion. We hunker down for the short days and the long nights and the dark and the rain. The never ending September rain nearly drives one batty before it is over. Before Xmas. Cabin fever they say. Cabin fever, that is what they call it. When we all get shut in for just a bit longer than is healthy for anyone. The days are so short, some days we don't even notice them come and go, buried below seal pelts and buffalo hides, in front of wood burning orange and red.
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