Walked fifteen minutes tops today. Thought it would do my start-of-term nerves good if I got out of my pajamas and ambled to the public library, or closer, the coffee shop, or even just down the road. Slipped on the steps outside the door–managed to keep my balance but not the last bit of positive energy I had left in me. There was snow and there was rain and it was wet and it was cold. Felt claustrophobic under all the layers of clothing. Turned back. Back in my pajamas with this song in my head and I’m counting the days until I get to Palawan in June, Palawan in June, Palawan in June.

if I could only walk out on winter