june
i make a conscious effort not to think in terms of months during the winter. because “january” sounds so far away from warmth. and being so far away from warmth is suffocating. and to acknowledge that every day would be (is) a very depressing reminder. i tried to take out “february” from my mental vocabulary. somehow i managed to take it cold day by cold day by cold day by cold day
until there was april and i began thinking in months again. because i could breathe and because “april” sounded like a reminder that things could sometimes fix themselves.
it is june now. june is a word i can say.
