It is 4:44pm, I am reading Rebecca Solnit’s essay about devastating Malibu fires. We’re only two weeks off from the second coming of trump. We are nearing the end of the third year of the war in Ukraine. It is only the second week of January and already my mind is not keeping up with the terrible things I feel like I need to keep a tab on. I cannot decide whether I want to drop the course on Indigenous Spirituality, or Elementary Cree. In truth, I don’t want to study at all. I do not want to work, or work out or do anything that remotely resembles dedicated effort. All I want in the moment is read books and watch culinary shows with a glass of wine and a bowl of potato chips. It is only the second week of January and I feel already tired. I lift my head and see that the sky above my neighbour’s house is pale purple. Five minutes later, the purple fades into the dark blue. No matter what, the light is returning.