Lydia Leigh Clarke

winter is here. the sun has been shining this week and makes the cold bearable.

I’m reminded of last winter, the end of it, when the grey skies didn’t lift for weeks and it felt as though a weight lay on my chest and my heart could hardly stand it – sombre and restless.

now I look at the coming winter and the past summer and the extremes.

the gnus are migrating by the thousands into kenya because the rains in the serengeti are two months late and there isn’t enough water or grass to live.

the wind blows through the cracks in my apartment, fire in the oven.

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