May 17, 2007
Out my window, cotton candy clouds crowd the darkened sky. Summer whispered something like “come out to play”, a few weeks ago and then went into hiding, forced to find refuge from the depressed weather mafia searching for a permanent season to call their own. Seems this weather mafia has infiltrated expectation with uncertainty at its core. Maybe I’m too small minded wanting sunshiny days and smiles? I’ve always been this way; all glass-half-full like. Didn’t I just call the clouds cotton candy? So bring it on. I’ll bathe in the rain today, just like I planned it all along.