The sun rises at 7:30. 

It sets at 4:30. 

I get up somewhere in between. Take the elevator from the fifteenth floor to the basement garage, drive to work with the sky so low and heavy that it feels like a wool blanket - like a literal wool blanket. Thirty minutes to the underground, unheated parking lot at work, then the elevator to my windowless office. 

My officemate and I, we set up a countdown in our office, ticking off the number of days it's been since someone cried there. She has her own things going on, I don't know them so well. [But we look out for each other][Friendship].

Also, we keep cheating the countdown. We find other places on campus to cry. 

It's dark when I leave work, and the drive home takes longer.