Friday, July 13, 2012
My morning stretches into afternoon, and little is accomplished.
And what is accomplished is done only through extreme will and extreme caffeine.
I often think I should live somewhere else, away from the rivers and the Bay of rural Maryland -
near another Bay on the opposite side of the country, near the mountains.
Where I'd fit in - better. Where my lifestyle might not be viewed as as strange or otherworldly. But somewhat typical.
Where it's gray.
But then a gray day comes to visit and reminds me that I need the sun. Often.
That I am given exactly what I need. That I don't know better than Mother Earth.
Thank god for gray days.