“Let’s go rattle the stars.”
It’s usually around this time of the year that the sun tucks away and a gloom extends instead, settling in the air and into my senses.
The 365 days of Colorado’s blue sky and sunshine used to help keep me afloat, but it’s hard to find that same kind of relief in the Midwest, outside of faux lights, vitamins, and a trip bookmarked for sometime deeper in winter.
Okay, last year’s weekly brewery visits with our dear friend were helpful too, even if it felt like a struggle to leave the house after dark.
This time around, I’m feeling some fortification from things that bring me joy.
What else can I do? Winter is coming, and I’d rather be firm than afraid.
Coziness, cuddles, soft pants, books. Candles and cocktails and movie nights. I keep thinking about heroines from the stories I can’t put down, fighting their own battles and gloom to reach the other side.
Even knowing that she’s a fictional character from a series that’s complete fantasy, I know that when Aelin Ashryver pulls the light from within her own power, her own magic, I feel like I can do it too.
It’s coming, and I’ll be here anyway. I think there’s something heroic in that, too.