Not-SAD

The light lingers longer in the evenings. And you despair less and less each day.
The sun is warm, when the wind dies down.
The sky is a perfect blue.
There are still moments where the darkness creeps in. But it's not the same penetrating black thing as before - it's a crepe-colored grey, with cracks of beauty seeping in. Flashes of light. Glimmers.
Cautious and peeking
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