The day begins watching a sunrise that strongly resembles a Thomas Kincaid painting. With the orange, reds, blues streaking through the clouds. The only thing missing was the ocean and the lighthouse. The clouds roll in thicker ruining the moment, but define the day. The temperature wouldn’t be that bad but the wind is blowing. The sun tries to peak out every once in a while creating a battle with the clouds.
“As I ponder weak and weary…” the wind sings and the clouds hypnotize giving actions to thoughts from dark corners. Corners that you thought were hidden and buried deep. People you haven’t talked to in years or how life is pushing ever onward. Wondering if it has a life of its own, breathing, bleeding, thinking, creating, destroying, and feeling.
The radio plays songs that feed the mood “ Lonely Road of Faith” “In Memory” pulling the trap door ever more efficiently, adding weight to clouds. Reminding of the ones missing from a tainted life, wanting to hold, comfort, protect. Knowing the comfort and protection goes both ways. Drawing strength from the memories that haunt, bind, and tie. Drawing ever deeper till it threatens to drown and hold that point knowing, existing.
“Dust in the wind…” How easy it is to follow the dust devils. Dancing. Driven. No particular direction. Chaos or just a theory? Can it truly be chaotic if the forces driving it are unknown? What do we actually know with out someone telling us? So is knowledge really just lip service?
“Uninvited” are the memories that invade the peace that has settled around. Intruding on a space saved for another. Space saved for happier times forth coming. Plans and dreams hopes and prayers. Behind the clouds a silver lining hides. The sun is still warm. It still rises and sets. The coming rain cleanses and feeds. Cleanses the impurities that choke. Feeds the hopes and dreams.
