Note to Self

Thinking of you today, stuck inside that silly head of yours all day and night, through dreams and waking, and thought you might like a little break. It’s cloudy and rainy here today with one earlier downburst, but sunshine is pouring over the clouds just where it can’t be seen, thousands of feet higher in the atmosphere. Well above depression level hovering here close to the ground mixed in with fog. I could describe the clear blue sky nearing the darker stratosphere, where the air in thin, and oxygen scarce. It’s a refreshing sight from sea level on clear days, and how we pine for it on overcast and gloomy ones. How we wish for what we cannot have in these bleak moments when we want it most. Moments of shadow, inertia, and gloom. Days, and years the sun was too weak to shine through the clouds. And driving rain kept us locked in our rooms, alone with our diminished thoughts. The seasons a perpetual winter and wool coat shivering. But the Earth is dynamic, and the weather never static. High and low pressure opposed scatters and churns clouds and weather systems; these fierce moods of the planet both nurture and destroy. As emotions churn their own storms, or maelstroms, with heavy cloud cover and seizures of lightening, they must finally break into daylight or shatter.