Blah blah blah

Each year I think I am more and more surprised by the speed of time.
is the world spinning faster?  is that how it works?  it seems like it.

Each winter I am also surprised by how short the days get.  I

swear that each year they are shorter than the year before and for longer.

My love/hate relationship with winter is a struggle.  

A time to recoil and reflect, I say in the dead of summer
romanticizing the season of BLAH's which is the way I 

feel now that I am in the thick of it.  

"You just need to take a vitamin D supplement or

go tanning or something like that"

I keep saying to myself that I am waiting for something
What am I waiting for?

whatever. blah blah blah blah.