Its so insidious, so convincing. Apathy convinces you this or that can wait. Apathy whispers "You deserve some down time." "Things are slow today." "You'll get to that when you are feeling better." I feel it sneaking over me like a thick cotton wrap, muddling my thoughts and weighing down my limbs. There is a temptation to fall back into its smothering depths and let it enfold me in, blocking out the world.
A hint of spring is in the air here. The sun shines and my fountain burbles happily to itself in the corner. Above it is the painting I loved so long ago in a store in Shadyside. The path to love it says incomprehensibly to me. I shall rise from my warm cocoon and go forth.