the literary life 10/13/09
I've been pining for weeks, and today I finally woke up to a cloud heavy sky, a sprinkle of rain. By afternoon, it was plummeting down. I can't believe how much the character of the day changes with a little bit of falling sky. I will never prefer the strong sunlight of summer. I'll try to appreciate it, go with it, and be present with it. But I'm a cloudy day person. Always have been. The world softens under a gray sky. Life becomes about the home and the hearth, the cups of tea, and the hours reading by the window. Thoughts diffuse. Poems rainbow out.