The Winter Solstice Approaches

Less daylight, more memories

Late Fall’s darker, colder nights warn of Winter’s approach These longer nights have now captured more of the time In each twenty-four hours counted as a calendar day. The longer span of darkness fools my brain and my body Into the deceptive delusion that Winter’s daily divisions Do indeed last longer than twenty-four hours each.

Do my moods and memories shift downward when late Autumn Arrives in reaction to colder temperatures and less daylight? Or does my mind now expect sadder memories to arrive With dropping temperatures, from a bad habit?

Since I recognize my dreary moods occur annually With the outdoors growing windier and harsher, Why can’t I more easily stop my habitual Fall behavior By reminding myself that habits are choices And therefore do not need to become permanent.

Why are bad habits harder to quit than good habits? Or does it just seem to be that way because I have so many more bad habits than good? Can you relate?

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