Clouds and Blues

Blog14:

I woke up today at the same time I usually wake, but somehow, I felt unusually sluggish.  It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that some mornings are just not marked by urgency to get started.  It did not have anything to do with the fact that this particular morning is still in the loosely-structured time frame, and that there really is nothing that requires quick rising or a purposeful get up and get going push.

From the slightly raised blinders, I tried to look for the faint morning sun that usually greets or calls me up.  It has not parted the clouds.   Like me, it seems without much energy.  The clouds, heavy thick clouds, have piled up there.  They have taken over and decided to blanket the sky. 

Clouds bring me the blues.  What is it with an overcast sky that brings us the blues?

True, an overcast sky gives us relief from the sun’s heat; it somewhat tempers our surroundings, but those are about the only good things that come out of it.  An overcast sky displaces our life balance.  It seems to also blur desires of sorts.  Right now, the dark sky brings me no desire to deal with the possibilities of this day.  It has dampened a desire to claim my usual get up and about walk.  It has created a lousy desire in me to pick up that book I enthusiastically thumbed through a few days back.  Nothing at the moment inspires me to pay mind to anything.  I just want to lay, and claim this sullen mood brought upon by this overcast outdoor roof.

What about heavy clouds don’t I like?  Clouds, the nimbus-cumulus type, foreshadow and forewarn a stealthy danger of kind.  They bring rain – thick, heavy drops of showers that lessen road visibility, and hold hostage road life.  Speedy, heavy rain downpour from weighty, dark clouds cause quick flooding that torment slow-to-hiding creatures on the wayside.  They poke fun on passersby forced to scurry away and hide so they are not brutally victimized by the cold, piercing drops.

What else don’t I like about clouds?  Clouds block the sun.  They disable plants and trees’ rhythmic food production. Clouds get in the way of so many ventures you and I could do out in the open.  They spoil an outdoor picnic, a bike ride, a NASCAR race, a tennis match, a soccer game.   Hovering clouds put a dizzy spin to my internal weather.  They get me lazy and drowsy.  They make me lose my cheer and spunk.  They cast dark, cold thoughts that drive away my fruitful spirits.

“Enough whining,” a voice from within jolts me.  It speaks a truth and reminds me, “Clouds do have a sinister side, alright.  Clouds’ very nature of darkening, pouring, and then clearing … open wide to a promise of bright, blue skies.”

I shrug off my blues.  I embrace the gray skies’ discontent.  I look ahead to its calm after the storm.