Calm Me

“What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”

"If you dig a hole and it's in the wrong place - digging it deeper isn't going to help."

warming your hands on a mug of coffee, tea, or hot chocolate

settling in to study under a pile of blankets

short days, waking for your first class while it’s still dark

your favorite sweater, worn and wearing thin 

walking from one class to the next, face shielded from the wind by a hand-knitted scarf

writing even as your fingers grow stiff with cold

a glow of warm, flickering candlelight

getting distracted by snow falling just outside your window

working diligently, pushing through to the end of the semester

deep, calming breaths before a big test that turn to fog in the frigid air

a glimpse of the sun, low on the horizon

long novels piled on your bedside table