Rain and Clouds – Day 361

 

Rain and Clouds

I’m sitting here on the bed listening to Karl’s rhythmic breathing punctuated by the haphazard splattering of rain on the metal roof outside my bedroom windows.

I can tell when a gust of wind arrives. The clattering sounds like someone dumped a glass of ice water onto the hunter green steel.

The raindrops’ voices are mesmerizing, in spite of their unpredictable intermittence.

My voice, however, feels muted. Lately, I’ve felt as though I can no longer write about myself and my life. It’s hard. I can’t say what’s happened; it’s a mystery.

Long Day

It’s been a long day, and I can’t say any of this is comfortable. All I can say is that it feels like my future is every bit as clouded over as the world outside my window. But it’s not clouded over in a depressing sense. It’s simply…obscured.

Something tells me that this is a necessary part of my process.

So I’m going to go with it.

Good night for now. May tomorrow bring us all more clarity.

(T-750

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