Friday, July 13, 2012

Gray Days

Why is it that when the sun is shadowed by unending gray, I can't move?
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.

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