It doesn’t snow here. Things in the Winter are more grey than white, more overgrown than blanketed, and more depressed than they should be.
Depression can find anyone, even if the Anyone has a fleet of red bicycles and a moose hatted child in plain sight to cheer them.
In January I talk to myself. Things look bleak, but looking can trick you. You can only see so much sometimes. You can only see January.
Spring is coming, so put that on your bicycle. Spring. Is. Coming.
“When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you don’t throw away the ticket and jump off. You sit still and trust the engineer.”