Rainy Day in Queens

The day started off dark and rainy. The sun didn't shine through the slits of the blinds this morning, showing up as more of a murky, dull, yellow glow. It's the kind of weather where you know that reflection and thoughts would most likely torment your mind. As to whether or not it would be productive pain is another question entirely. I like to save that analysis for the sunny day that follows.

The day was also different in that hunger was late in coming, so I knew that something in the health department was working against me. And while I take steps to keep that from happening, sometimes it just doesn't work out in the end. While the germs were having their festivities in my nasal cavity, I read, watched pointless television, and plotted. I'm still not sure what my plotting was directed at, but I'm pretty sure that it'll come to me soon. One of those thoughts that we wait patiently for, the one that'll bring forth the thunder and lightning to announce the breaking of sunshine through a completely clouded sky. I'm still waiting for that moment, so I hope you're not holding your breath.

While the sunshine hasn't yet broken through, communication did start. I directed my thoughts at a couple of people and got immediate responses. It was a good sign that the nuts and bolts haven't entirely rusted beyond repair. It was the single ray that shot out yellow to unmuddy the gray of this morning, and thankfully, cycles mean that eventually something else will come along.

When my Kali rage has finished, I hope my friend's comparison was not totally false, and that something good does come of it. Thanks, C.