Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Gray {Just Write}

Gray clouds settle over the landscape blocking out the sun and bringing a dark dampness to everything. It turns the world around her from the vibrant technicolor of spring to an old black and white movie with varied shades of black and gray and the crackling static sounds of an old recording.

Like a old thick quilt the gray covers her. Familiar, warm, and heavy it blankets her soul and muffles the outside noises. It weighs her down and causes her to draw in, curl under it’s weight and warmth. She’s thankful for the gray out the window, allowing her this time to curl under her own cloud and just retreat for awhile. She knows once the sun comes out and spring returns she will be forced to emerge. Forced to deal with the damage from the gray that can only be seen in the sun.

For now she embraces it. Pulls the blanket around her for comfort and retreats, falling into a soft slumber, comforted by the familiar feeling of the soft gray blanket.


Adrienne said...

This sounds like the perfect day to stay in bed and hide from the world. Great post.

Hyacynth said...

A retreat of the heart, the mind, the spirit is necessary for renewal, love. Just like flowers are dormant in the winter when the elements of life are too harsh for their delicate frames, so do we need to retreat into stillness when heaviness blankets ours. xo

Melinda Fargo said...

The weight does indeed seem heavier when you try to push the blanket off. Retreating for a while does seem to lighten it...a little.

Resonated and beautifully written.

BigLittleWolf said...

Lovely picture, and even more lovely words.