like a slow burn

March already. I can feel the shifting of the seasons every time I venture outdoors. I wish we could have a bit more winter! I enjoy being so connected to the earth and the cyclical nature of things. It's a grounding feeling. And I'm happy to see the back of February as it departs; that was a rough month for many people, for many reasons. Here's hoping that March is better for us all! For me, it means a return to my writing. I won't be freelancing like crazy like I was last month. It also means gardening time, and more reading time.
Are any of you reading anything great?
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I typed the above last night on my phone, on my commute home. I didn't get around to posting it. This morning I found out via Facebook that someone I was close to in college passed away in the end of February. I keep trying to write, to read, to focus on something, but I'm distracted by thoughts of him. He and I hadn't spoken in several years. I'd been thinking that during one of my visits home I would reach out and we would go for coffee, catch up. Now I'll never get to do that. What a strange thought that is. I'm sad for him, that he had to leave the world at a young age, and I'm sad for the gaping absence now in his family. I'll grieve for him as best I know how: I'll put him in a story. Sam, yours was a hard road, and you did the best you could. I hope your next road is easier to walk.