Rainbow dark sky – Photo: L. Weikel
Pretty Dark
I don’t know you guys. Things are pretty dark out there. Early this evening a strong thunderstorm came through, turning the sky the slate gray of a catbird’s feathers. It was only about ten minutes before I caught a glimpse of sunlight gilding the very crowns of the trees outside our living room windows, when I knew I had to chase a rainbow.
Sure enough, I found one. It was pale, and felt a bit insincere, almost as if it really wasn’t sure it wanted to make an appearance. The sky behind the bow was lackluster as well. It appeared wan, almost as if the storm had lost all its conviction.
Projecting
I have a strong feeling I’m projecting my own malaise upon the weather I observed this evening. Perhaps it’s allergies provoked by ragweed just starting to burst forth in all its golden glory, but all day I resisted a headache lurking at the edges of my brain. I just didn’t feel quite right.
So it was an effort to drag myself on a walk this evening once the aforementioned thunderstorm came and went. Karl wasn’t pushing one way or another, in deference, I suspect to my lingering headache. But I’m glad we walked; the clouds cheered me up. (A surprise to hear, I’m sure.)
For whatever reason, I saw dragons tonight. As we first headed out, the head of one belching forth a stream of smoke kicked off the evening’s entertainment. A stretch, perhaps, but it was clear to me.
Then, nearly two full miles later, in a completely different quadrant of the sky, the full body of another dragon showed up to dance under the light of the waxing moon.
Inner Ferocity
It’s interesting that Dragon energy seemed to reveal itself tonight, especially considering how benign I felt the sky appeared as we set out on our evening trek. Perhaps it’s encouraging me to tap into some sense of inner ferocity in order to chase away the malaise of the day.
Burning away some of the dross of 2020 would probably serve us all in good stead.
(T-459)