Translucent masses of grey
Swirling in the sky;
Tears streaming down
To drown the earth –
Nature at its gloomiest.
Swirling in the sky;
Tears streaming down
To drown the earth –
Nature at its gloomiest.
Don’t ask why, but I found myself sitting outside this afternoon with the rain filled clouds emptying their near freezing rain on my head. The cold and wet seemed to mirror my own personal existence right now. I felt dampened by work and life in general – cold and detached.
The cool, winter wind rocked the swing ever so slightly trying to soothe my pessimistic feelings. The world appeared so dreary – as if the grayness from the clouds was falling down upon the earth with each raindrop.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw something out of the ordinary -- a pink balloon. It was frolicking in the wind – the only glimpse of color in the dreary afternoon surroundings.
I found myself looking around to find the owner of this balloon, but there was no child or vehicle in sight. I sat there mesmerized by this mysterious ray of color until it was beyond the point of sight. After a while I realized that I was smiling – sitting there in the freezing rain, soaking wet, but smiling.
Finally, I realized I was smiling at the oddity of the moment. I knew no one would believe me. When I told my family, they thought I had been hallucinating or dreaming. For some reason seeing that balloon snapped me out of my misery. I couldn’t explain why things happen, and I certainly couldn’t control them. The only thing I could do was chalk it up to experience and move on like the balloon that danced around the earth on a rainy afternoon.
The cool, winter wind rocked the swing ever so slightly trying to soothe my pessimistic feelings. The world appeared so dreary – as if the grayness from the clouds was falling down upon the earth with each raindrop.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw something out of the ordinary -- a pink balloon. It was frolicking in the wind – the only glimpse of color in the dreary afternoon surroundings.
I found myself looking around to find the owner of this balloon, but there was no child or vehicle in sight. I sat there mesmerized by this mysterious ray of color until it was beyond the point of sight. After a while I realized that I was smiling – sitting there in the freezing rain, soaking wet, but smiling.
Finally, I realized I was smiling at the oddity of the moment. I knew no one would believe me. When I told my family, they thought I had been hallucinating or dreaming. For some reason seeing that balloon snapped me out of my misery. I couldn’t explain why things happen, and I certainly couldn’t control them. The only thing I could do was chalk it up to experience and move on like the balloon that danced around the earth on a rainy afternoon.
I LOVE those moments! They're our little rewards for sitting still long enough to notice (even in freezing rain!).
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