maybe

It’s a rainy day.

In Oregon.

Which means.

The next 100 days might be rainy too.

I miss the sunshine.

Already.

Maybe I’ll go South. 

Maybe I’ll ball up in a coffee shop.

Or maybe I’ll sit by my fireplace. 

Maybe I’ll cry.

Because I miss the sunshine?

Because I miss my life?

The expectations of life.

Or just because.

I haven’t.  For a long time.

But I feel the rainy clouds around my chest.

So maybe I’ll cry. 

Maybe for the next 100 days. 

I miss the sunshine. 

The expectations of what life should be.