When I open the door to let the dog in,
the wind is cold and sharp
given to chill
or maybe that’s just me
the sky appears greyish-white
rather nondescript
a little gloom
or maybe
that’s just me
the dog gazes at me, half up
half down, unsure of whether he wants
inside, or not
or maybe
that’s just me
you seem suddenly inattentive
far too busy
for affection
then short and stroppy
or maybe
that’s just me
The cold December wind whipping outside my window feels like it is gathering around me, and I am chilled. Even wrapped in a cozy sweater, and now with socks and slippers, I can still feel the cold. When the furnace comes on I smile with gratitude for the faint dusty smell of heat that emanates through the vents of my lovely old house.
My day off today, and so I did not have to rush out into darkness before the sun this morning. Instead I rose slowly from the warmth of my blankets, made my way to the kitchen, and then to the embracing comfort of my favourite chair, by the window.
The bleakness of this day seems to have kept my visitors the birds in their own cozy dens, as outside appears a little barren.
It is of course no secret, that I am a follower of the sun. It is from its radiant rays that I gain my strength. This morning there only appeared a few brief breaks in the whiteness, but I was sure not to miss them as I felt the light and turned my face to smile, breathing it in.
I spent much of my morning finishing the book I was reading, and so have not wandered very far from my chair. Now I am sat, to write a bit.
Looking for those rays.
I am wavering a little I think, between good mood and gloom, much as seems the weather outside. It is that time of year I guess,
or that time of month
or possibly, just
that time
of
me
sunshine and clouds
brave and not so
full of strength, yet full
of uncertainty…
All parts of what come together
to make us
whole,
I guess
I spread it all out here
and pick through the pieces
deciding what to keep
and which
to throw away
I peer through thoughts like
a looking glass
but much less
harsh
on sight
I soften my eyes, with kindness and compassion
I open my heart
to keep it soft
and I try to recognize the clouds
as they pass
they keep me humble
and human
and always
in search of the sun
probably this
is a good place for me to be, in the quiet of my chair by the window
remaining hidden
but not
unseen
cause you seem to be
a little grumpy today,
Or maybe,
that’s just me ♥