Bone-Cold and Wandering

It always seems to be dark when I am at home - more so than December, which makes no sense. it should feel like it's getting lighter now, but night in February seems constant. Bone-cold too - can feel it walking up and down Western Road, to and from work. The colour seems turned down on everything.
The sea looked beautiful today. Shiny gold sun on the tips of the distance - an old September refined and dusted on frothy waves, tasting of petrol station coffee in the September of 1998, and the year before, long fields stretching out in the first of autumn dawns.