Made for Grey
The sky was overcast, as I walked down to the library about noon today. I was off to return some books. It was beyond grey and the clouds had that stormy, purple tinge to them. As I walked along, I realized a man with a red baseball cap had stopped by the door of his car, his hand on the handle and was staring at me.
It was then I realized that he had caught me smiling to myself, and also that I was walking with a leap in my step. "How odd", he must have thought, in a Victorian accent. "For who is happy on a day such as this? The weather couldn't be less satisfactory!" *Reading too much Jane Austen* (Too much Jane Austen, bah! Like that's possible!)
During this walk, I would come to intensify my delighted gait and the man would continue to twist his neck awkwardly in its rigid axis. I had realized something: I was made for grey days, WE were made for grey days; all of us- we were made for days of gloom, for purple tinges and howling winds! We are the rays on that overcast day, the beam through the clouds, the bubbly in the hushed! We are so lit that we really don't know what to do with ourselves!
We were made for grey! No silly clouds will get us down. We shine bright even on a gloomy day!
Say it with me!
We were made for grey! No silly clouds will get us down! We shine bright even on a gloomy day!
If you could use some rays yourself, try encouraging someone else. You'd be amazed at how suddenly your world would light up! Also try a good book and some milo or hot choc! Goosebumps, baby!
Are you a fan of grey days or sunny days? Not a trick question! Lol. Have you read any Jane Austen's? Don't the characters just come alive and show up in your day? *crazy-book-lover talk*
