I woke this morning to utter darkness and a heavy thunderstorm. It set a tone. A tone that was furthered by some disappointing news from a friend. The battle she has been fighting appeared to be coming to an end, but dense thunderclouds have obscured the glowing horizon, yet again. She’s tired. She’s sad. Worse, she’s discouraged. My heart breaks for her and her family.
There are days when all I can see is what’s wrong with the world. Today is one of them. People are dying in Japan, Libya, and in plane crashes and a so-called pastor is getting press for being a hateful, Satanic idiot and Charlie Sheen is getting a standing ovation in Chicago for being a jackass and the best candidate for “The Next Celebrity to be Found Dead in a Hotel Room Of An Apparent Drug Overdose” Award. It’s disgusting.
The weather today has been perfect for this kind of mood. Cold, windy, gray, with a constant mist. It was appropriate. But now the sun is shining and it’s cramping my style. I’m in the mood to brood. I spend most of my life looking on the bright side of things and it’s exhausting. Sometimes I want to sulk, put on some maudlin music or a depressing movie and have a glorious pity party. The sunny weather is not conducive to this. My only consolation is the distant thunder I hear, perhaps the herald of more stormy weather.
Just for today, please sun, go away. Tomorrow, I’ll welcome you with open arms. By then, I’ll have gotten the gloom and doom out my system and be again my positive, find humor and good in everything, self again. The calm after the storm.
“Be still sad heart and cease repining, behind the clouds the sun is shining; thy fate is the common fate of all; into each life some rain must fall-some days must be dark and dreary.”
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow