end of a big one

on the mourning of beauty

I’ve been waking up naturally at seven because I’ve been falling asleep naturally at ten. It’s amazing. I wake up and it’s cold outside. The heat has formed condensation on our thin windows. I let the dogs out and feed them while I boil water for a cup of tea and turn the space heater on in my office, and I sit there and try to write. Only this morning,…