There are days when the sun does not rise

There are days when winter seems too long.

Memories too distant.

Dreams too high.

There are days when one would like to sleep in one fell swoop.

Wake up happier.

More confident.

Less fear.

There are days when the warmth of another body is missing under the covers.

Other slippers on the other side of the bed.

Another plate on the table.

There are days when a swarm of questions settles on the head.

And the hum does not allow to hear the murmur of the leaves greeting the wind.

There are days that it rains.

Days that it snows.

Days when the sunlight seems to have stayed on the other side of the world.

There are days when we are little.

More than anything.

Too little company for the soul alone.