April 9, 2009
We’re having “late season showers”, as they put it on the weather report during the news. The yellow roses are battered, their petals dotting the grass. The air is heavy with eucalyptus and pollen, the sky dramatic, with heavy, dark clouds piling up in the west. The grey skies, cold, and gloom reflect my mood, or maybe created it, since I feel like Eeyore these days. Everything seems hopeless, from the boxes in the living room to my precarious financial state to my family’s problems to mine. Maybe when the sun comes back, the blue skies will banish my blues.