May gray came today. Clouds and mist do the flowers kiss. April rains that brought the flowers, come in May and last for hours.
Okay, so much for poetry. It is a gray May day, aye? Yep, for sure. The sky here is overcast. The air is nicely cool. This is springtime at its best...for me anyway.
“Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants,” wrote Dorothy Parker. While I am not annoyed with such things as little birds and plants everywhere, I do sometimes wonder when my mood is at odds with a clear spring day. That kind of dissonance can be disconcerting at best.
So I guess that is why on a cloudy morning like this, my energy level seems a little lower, mood a little subdued. But for some reason, I love this kind of weather! Go figure.
There is always an external reason we can find to explain our inner feelings. Truth is, that is not where we should be looking. And I imagine you know what I'm talking about.
Okay, so much for poetry. It is a gray May day, aye? Yep, for sure. The sky here is overcast. The air is nicely cool. This is springtime at its best...for me anyway.
“Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants,” wrote Dorothy Parker. While I am not annoyed with such things as little birds and plants everywhere, I do sometimes wonder when my mood is at odds with a clear spring day. That kind of dissonance can be disconcerting at best.
So I guess that is why on a cloudy morning like this, my energy level seems a little lower, mood a little subdued. But for some reason, I love this kind of weather! Go figure.
There is always an external reason we can find to explain our inner feelings. Truth is, that is not where we should be looking. And I imagine you know what I'm talking about.
