Days get short, then long, then short again.
Skies get blue then cloudy then blue again.
Bought a bird clock to lessen the  silence of
the sleepy days and to add a little junglism
to the central air.
Blends in well with the smugging and  jazz.
Dealing with it. Clapping out clutter like a mad woman.  
Got all I need... but some fresh air...
out there...somewhere.  
I dare...
Just go out for a ride.