Winter

BP, of sorts

I’m going to say something not entirely novel. But I need to say it anyway to make me feel better, warmer, more hopeful. Winter is like sadness. Cold, lonely, seemingly infinite when you’re in the middle of it. You check the forecast and there is no end in sight. It’s dark all the time, you drink more, no amount of layers protect you from the chill. But what would you know of happiness without it? Constant smiles, soma-induced positivity, an endless summer. Old people flock to sunny places because they’re tired of being sad. They’ve earned that right. They know what it is. Young people in sunny places live like thieves. But they don’t know what they’ve stolen or even that it’s a crime. In my winter, my thoughts turn to sunny places as well. To that which is happiness. And I feel better off for having lived without it for a while. The sadness is almost over. Big kids in sunny places are taking bp.