maybe it's in the rain.

something about the holiday season depresses me.
maybe it's the cold temperatures (although i do adore my peacoat&scarves)
i have a feeling it's more just a bittersweet residue in my heart.
on one hand, C. has made every attempt to make the holiday season lovely
but i still have lot's of hurt from past winters, far before he came along.
and something about winter always makes me think of them.

today i took on the project of pulling everything out of the closet and reorganizing the entire thing. i started at noon and it's not 6:45. Something tells me I may have bit off more than I could chew.