Blinking often...

I am sitting here, silent, thinking of what I would like to say... the only sound is the slow and hollow tap of my blinds as the warm air from the ductwork softly pushes them towards the cold steel window frames. This is the first time I have had my heat on in a while and the sound has strangely become soothing to me this morning...

Not quite sure how to describe the strange, yet good, way I feel today, but somehow this picture seems to encompass the miscellaneous thoughts that are fervently trying to tap their way out of my head...

There is comfort in the haziness of a fog, because we are all lost together...