vernal equinox

…is today. An anniversary, a day that returns yearly.

Rain patters on the skylight. Melancholy of a fatalistic sort hangs in the air. I won’t be alone for long – it’s weightlifting morning – but for now I listen to the world wake up and wish things I can’t affect were different. Waste of time, as activities go, but sometimes I just have to sit there and listen to the rain and let pre-dawn darkness wash over me.

Days will be longer than nights after today, though, and the sun is a-comin’. At least, the forecast says as much.