Grey Skies
The day is drawing to a close, the sky is getting a 5:00 shade of grey (darker than the grey it was at 9:00 and noon and 3:00) and I’m trying to keep my eyes open. I realize that I’ve done nothing productive all day. I’ve emailed friends and family; played with a couple of photos; flickred a little; glanced at television occasionally. But I’ve done absolutely nothing productive. And, in light of all the work (on the book) I did over the weekend I’m thinking maybe that’s ok. I wish I wasn’t so tired – and wish that the Esther tape in my head that says “thou shalt not take a nap” wasn’t playing. (And I wish I hadn’t stayed up so late to watch the Lewis Black special. Even though it was really funny.)This winter is different. I think our Colorado climate is changing - we used to have lots of blue sky sun-filled days all throughout winter; now it seems more like the Midwest I left behind decades ago – a seemingly endless string of snow and grey.
I think I’m changing. My winter is different. It’s turning into the winter of my discontent; the winter of my upheaval.
My climate is changing, too. My blue sky sun-filled days are turning shades of grey. What used to be so clear is muddled.
Spring remains to be seen…
posted by Cindi @ 5:12 PM
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2 Comments:
I think everyone is yearning for spring and a change of life. It seems all the news wants to report is doom and gloom! It's a miracle they aren't driving us off a cliff! Spring is new beginnings...all our spirits seem to be needing it.
This has been one of the most dreary winters that I can remember. The last few seemed to have more days with at least some sun. It's been so cold that I have not been able to spend anytime outside (except for the trip to Norman--cold but warmer than Chicagoland). I need the outdoors and sunshine. Not a SAD light.
Here's to an early spring.
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