The weather and I are moody today. It’s nice when that happens, when you feel like the whole sky gets it.
But then there are the juvenile birds soaring with the joy of their recently mastered flying I can see from my window and honestly, that’s not terrible. Around and around they go, just to prove that they can, like teenagers with shiny new driver’s licenses.
Maybe not all of the moods in moody are bad.
I’m into my second cup of coffee and I still wouldn’t call myself fully awake. I had the kind of dreams that leave you tired, crammed with details and actions. And here I am thinking sleep should be restful.
It’s quiet though, today, it seems like that endless construction is constructed, and the rest of the world is taking its cues from the heavy sky. Meanwhile, I think I’ll try to sort myself out, one feeling at a time.
Have a great Tuesday. I typed “Monday,” but I think it’s too late for that. Though I hope it was.