Sitting Amongst Myself

What is it about an overcast sky that deepens my breath? The clouds hang, heavily, over my head. But the weight isn't an unbearable one - it doesn't smother my heart or feel thick in my lungs... it somehow slows my thoughts and turns me gently, pleasantly lightheaded. My gaze is at once sharpened - I can pinpoint the birds that chatter in the trees nearby, and softened - I feel almost as if my being could float away from where I sit and wander in the sky.

Oftentimes, an absence of sunshine feels like an abandonment, a forced loneliness. But today I seem to be at peace, and the clouds lend a degree of comfort, a worn and frayed quilt draped over my shoulders.

And as my child wakes, his cries piercing the stillness of this thick air, I feel oddly blessed to be exactly where I am, in this moment, in this day.