Day Eight: Your Sky
Is there any other part of nature that can alter one's mood as easily and as frequently as the sky does? I can't think of another one.
Usually, when the sky is blue, I am not. At dawn on the days when the sky is pink or yellow and at sunset when it's a fiery orange-red, I feel alive, inspired, energized, and über-lucky to have a ticket to that show. Even when the sky turns black and foreboding, there's an energy about it that stirs excitement. Who can be bored when lightning flashes, thunder crashes, and rain pours down in heavy sheets?
Then there are the gray days. They range from drab to downright gloomy, and they settle around my shoulders like a dirty, wet, woolen blanket. I fight those gray days. Unless I stay indoors with the lights on and do something to generate some inner sunshine, I sink under the weight of that wet blanket and begin to brood.
Here's a photo of "my" sky from earlier this morning, when it still held a little patch of promise:
Right now it's rainy. Not thunderstorm rainy, just drippy, droopy, shades of gray, an ordinary rainy day. But I'm here with you now and happy to be here.
Now, if you want to test whether or not the sky can really lift your spirits, click here (to go to my photo blog) and see the sky as I saw it from the same spot just four days ago. Trust me, it's worth a mouse click.