15 + 25 points
Fight the Future by Gavriela
May 6th, 2008 6:05 PM
It was the implacable City that did it to me.
I knew that my return would catalyze a significant trend downward. She is as relentless as time itself. My time suffered under hers. And I declined. I felt as grey as New York skies in the long stretches of February. But ese fue mi sitio, and ese fue mi espina, as the song goes... And I could not leave.
April entered into me like a lion, however, and it was that I was reinvigorated. At first I was warmed, and later, the shock of rage was an icy jolt in my very veins. I felt the darkness recede, a little, the shifting shadows of the long dark parted to fiery irritability, and there were no intervening phases. Dark of spirit became dark of demeanor, and even my friends were reluctant to cross me without dire need. It was the light that opened me, banishing both the excess of melatonin from my body, and the volatility of sudden mood and activity pressing in upon a flatlined sense of self and the world.
I had assistance from the everchanging seasons, but this is how I destroyed my internal clock over the last winter with the depression of Seasonal Affective Disorder, and, furthermore, how I became reanimated and refocused with the advent of the paschal full moon and the ignition of Beltane.
I knew that my return would catalyze a significant trend downward. She is as relentless as time itself. My time suffered under hers. And I declined. I felt as grey as New York skies in the long stretches of February. But ese fue mi sitio, and ese fue mi espina, as the song goes... And I could not leave.
April entered into me like a lion, however, and it was that I was reinvigorated. At first I was warmed, and later, the shock of rage was an icy jolt in my very veins. I felt the darkness recede, a little, the shifting shadows of the long dark parted to fiery irritability, and there were no intervening phases. Dark of spirit became dark of demeanor, and even my friends were reluctant to cross me without dire need. It was the light that opened me, banishing both the excess of melatonin from my body, and the volatility of sudden mood and activity pressing in upon a flatlined sense of self and the world.
I had assistance from the everchanging seasons, but this is how I destroyed my internal clock over the last winter with the depression of Seasonal Affective Disorder, and, furthermore, how I became reanimated and refocused with the advent of the paschal full moon and the ignition of Beltane.
wow. most creative use of this task i've read...way to go!