The world feels surreal today, from the steady ticking of the analog clock above my head, to the cheery conversation my co-worker is having on the phone in the cubicle next door. She lost her husband recently, and she does an admirable job most days of appearing to be ok. But I've also witnessed her moments of heartache and break-down. I've seen bits and pieces of the brokenness behind the veneer. And I hurt for her.
I slept well last night, but am so very tired this morning.
I want to string glittering gems of language together, but my head is as stuffed full of gray clouds, as the dreary fall sky today.
I want to crawl back into my soft bed and warm blankets, to drift and dream on gray clouds, until the sun melts them into pale blue Fall skies.