When I woke up this morning, I looked out the window and was not expecting to see a light grey sheet pulled across the sky. It’s been hot these past few days, blue skies and playful clouds puttering around, changing shape, mingling with the sun. I poured my cup of decaf coffee, came and sat down, and thought to myself it couldn’t be…I heard the sound of car wheels riding on wet pavement. I stood to look out the window and it was indeed raining. Rain in July, right in the middle of a California summer.
Summertime was always my favorite season. That’s changed over time. I’ve grown to welcome the grey skies, the cooler, rain drenched days. We haven’t actually seen that much rain this season. But those grey skies…
I find solace in the grey.
Cool air against a backdrop
of grey and white
shakes me alive.
Hot cloudless days,
drowsy and heavy
with heat curled around,
push me down.
cloud filled days snap me to attention,
make me see things differently,
colors and shapes and thoughts,
that I don’t see on summer days
in quite the same way,
wheat colored grass,
fuchsia blossoms burst…
splash color on the grey canvas
splashes of thought—