Today

I am really really sad and cold. Does sadness make one cold? I feel ostracized and alone. The day is bright and sunny and breezy. It is everything I love, but I feel like the day can't touch me even though I have the french doors open for light and heat. And tired. I feel tired. I want to go sit in the sun and teach Brother to make daisy chains while Ian's floppy blond hairs blow in the breeze. After less than 5 days of work...I need a vacation. And maybe a smudge.