On days like these, I used the playhouse as a stepping stone, to clamber atop the shed and watch the sun set, heat still suffused in the metal beneath my hands. There is a part of me that still wants to creep outside as the sun smudges ocher across the sky. Cocooned in blankets, I can wait until the colours leak from the world completely, leaving only the darkness behind my eyelids as a comparison to prove that the day is not yet fully gone. Is is strange to feel like their is more breath in evenings than any other hour?

Tonight I watched the sky creep closer to night in the haze of my bedroom. Curtains pulled tight against the light while I burrow deeper beneath the blankets that offer no warmth. The cold in my bones is no fault of any sunset, but still I pray for it to hurry. To let me lose myself in shadows and sleep. My springs have frozen too hard for the evening to thaw them.

Summer moves closer

with its three step shuffle jive,

taunting me with light.

 I’ve been feeling a little under the weather recently and today my voice made it known that it was on its way out. After a day of croaking at work and feeling something akin to death warmed over I came home, wrote my NaPoWriMo poem for the day and went to sleep. Now, because my body clearly hates me, I’m wide awake and feeling relatively icky again so I thought I might as well be productive. Hence the haibun. Which means I’ve been productive so I’m going to try and go back to sleep.

Oh, I’m in such a grump tonight. My apologies to everyone.