We put on our coats, and zip them up. Bracing we step outside. The sun is gone for the day, so we must enter the dark.
It was dark when we woke up, and it is still dark as we shut our office doors. A day passed, some say, but we live like moles, and know the gopher way.
Post-work routine is crippled, for it seems midnight by dinner, and our minds can't sleep, they've already fought the darkness. Yet in the mornijng we can't wake, for the dawn hasn't broken.
No leaves don the trees, water stays solid, yet it is the dark we find nipping, biting, gnawing at our selves.