March was dark.

So was April.

And May.

June, July, some hints of a light.

August, September, dark again.

October, November, December, I closed my eyes.

Why bother to open when it is dark anyway.

January, I did.

And I saw some light.

February, March, I decided to walk towards it.

April, I reached it.

May, June, July, August, I am in it.

May it never be dark again.