This morning I woke to a cloudy day. I sat by my window while rubbing my sleepy eyes. I had fallen asleep the night previous to a irritating email, and had just woken from a strange dream, so I noted that the day was as dreary as I felt.
The room was dimmed by the clouds and was chilly because I had left my window cracked from the night previous. It was sprinkling outside so I grabbed a blanket off my bed and snuggled into my cozy chair. Remembering the promise I made last night, I decided to upload some pictures from Black Comedy for a friend.
Gazing down at the street below my window, I saw that the rain was harder than I had thought. Some people were rushing. I’m guessing most of them were students running late to class or an officeworker who’d overslept and was trying to catch a bus. Ironically, I'd be doing the same thing in about an hour. Others were idly walking by, umbrellas in hand. From thier blurred faces, they’d all seem like mechanical things clad in color-coded attire off to do their part in a greater system. It seems sad that the demands of everyday living slowly drains them of life.
To shake my dreary feeling, I made myself a cup of tea. I've finally found a flavor that suits me. I don't like the idea of adding other ingredients to tea (lemon, milk, sugar) while I should just be able to enjoy it as it was meant to be. I opened my window a bit more to let the sound of rain pour into the room. It was nice. I never noticed the smile that crept up my face until I had placed the warm mug against my lips.
Looking up, the sky was covered by pale silver wash of gray. I guess the small rainstorm had come in the night and had realized I needed a little cheering up the next morning. I even noticed the smell of the fresh crisp rain as I got ready for class. As I put on my long socks and boots, I admitted to myself that I have always disliked the gloomy light when the sky is overcast, but I will always welcome the fresh scent and feeling
of rain. I don’t really know why. It’s nature’s magic after all.
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