Another flurry of snow.

I'm tired,
But I've been tired all day. Things have been hazy, and stayed that way on and on, like a tide made of snow.
Yes, nothing like water, nothing that can flow through vein to vein, in and out, moveable, flexible.
It is a heavy feeling, far more solid but also difficult to pick up in it's own right.
I cannot concentrate on what needs doing. I think, goodness. Tomorrow. I'm going to be really productive tomorrow. But tomorrow is when I am meant to be travelling for a day. I am not up for it really. But spending the night alone, just one night, doesn't appeal to me so much, like it would when all this... Snow hadn't yet fallen.