Paralysed

Dark. I use the word too much. I shall celebrate soon when the days get palpably longer, when  birds begin to sing, heartened by spring. But not just yet. Today is a totally uninspiring day when the light meter fails to trouble the scorers. A brisk walk through the park, really just to get out, and because I can't face the act of changing to run, better though that will make me feel. Albeit a temporary seratonin rush. Rush? Aye right, that's overcooking the promise. The sun comes out just to set. "I wander through my days, pulled a million ways..."