Day 55

Gray skies and rain. Maybe I'm talking about the weather. Maybe I'm talking about me. I'll let you decide. 

There is a cloud that hangs over me. Some days the cloud is very dark and ominous with little to no light coming through. Some days it's much thinner, like a thin veil of gauze over the sun. Most days it's somewhere in between. Not black, not gauzy, but just solid gray. Thick enough that I can't point to where the sun is in the sky but not darkening the sky either. On occasion, the gray sky is accompanied by mist or a light, soaking rain. The darker the sky, the more likely the forecast of rain. 

The gray is everywhere that I am. It is the void. There is no escape from this place. I will be here forever. My hope is that over time, lighter skies will dominate my days, the air will dry out. How long this will take I can't say. No one can. When it does happen, assuming it will, there will still be days that are inky black and lashed with driving rain. 

So be it. 


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