More on Balance

"Bright days leave me feeling depressed and alone, exposed; when the clouds are so close you can touch, though, heaven seems very near. How do people live in places where the sky never scowls? The pretty and the picturesque are fine indeed, but give me the sublime anyday: I prefer a landscape–a skyscape!–that expresses the entire gamut of human moods, both surly and sweet."

A new take on the weather. The quicksands of blowing black patterns have swallowed me to where I let a gray day affect my 24-hour mood, I let one negative comment wring me dry, and I stew. Observing, reflecting, and meditating all snooze in the back seat when I grumble; I finally gather enough aggravated creative energy that pours out of me in songs, in essays, in short unfinished ideas. If only I could draw in and expel each and every day. Oh, Balance, you really are the key to success.