Nevergirl's

I woke up from my afternoon nap to a wool gray sky and heavy, humid breeze wafting through the bedroom window. Lately, I’ve been feeling as cloudy as the sky, although I’m sure I’ve no business being all glum and gloomy (even though I don’t have life insurance and don’t have a city named after me). I kid, I kid… but not about the gloominess.

I don’t know what it is about wool gray skies that depresses me.

Overcast, yes, that’s the word for it. I’m sure no one calls it wool gray. The weather stations call it overcast, and they should because that’s what it is.

But yes, skies like this make me feel sad and reminds me that

• my soul will always have empty spaces I can’t fill.
• there will always be bumps in the road I won’t be able to steer clear of or around.
• I have lists I haven’t even scratched a single item out of.

Of course, as cloudy as the sky may be today, I know the sun will show up again one day, if not the next day. It always does. More importantly, the weather can’t – and shouldn’t – change the way I live my life.

It’s just a very good excuse to wear boots.