Picture my mood
I took this snapshot outside my house yesterday afternoon, only because I thought it was the beginning of a spooky storm season. It made me start thinking about how the recent weather has mirrored my mood.
Most of the day is sun-drenched and rock-warming. As the day wears on, for seemingly little reason, the clouds turn mysterious and mean. Nature runs to hide. The world explodes. It doesn’t last long, but when it’s over, the air has changed.
That’s me the last couple of days.
Yesterday, the ripping winds pushed the cardinal in the center of the picture along faster than he would’ve normally flown. The clouds went on an upside down boil. The trees showed the white underside of their leaves, always a sign that the air is about to turn ugly.
It’s in the after-air that my mood mirrors the atmosphere. Today, the thunder stayed on the horizon but the spot storm blew into my stomach and lungs anyway. I didn’t see the cardinal today. I figure he blew to Georgia.