Monday, August 20, 2007

Rainy Monday

Today was a dreary, rainy Monday. On days like this he realized what a strong pull the weather had on his mood. It was difficult to get out of bed in the morning because even with the blinds drawn it was clear that the sun was obscured by cloud. On a bright day the glare of the sun's rays seemed to wash out a lot of defects, but when the sky was overcast they were sharply visible. On a day like this he looked seriously at his life, and it appeared devoid of vibrancy. He wondered how he arrived at this point. On days like this he found himself breaking with his ordinary routine, even doing things out of character, anything to escape from this bleakness.

2 comments:

Ada said...

sad...

nola32 said...

another day in the office. another day stuck under the flickering florescent lights. another day in the suburbs. she could see the rain and lightning outside, she could hear the deafening thunderclaps. how had she found herself here? a scant four days from her 31st birthday with nothing to show for it but a dead-end job and an efficiency apartment. granted, it was uptown, but even good neighborhoods are small consolations. she sighed as she turned back to her computer, dreading the fact that she would have to come to work on saturday. "the weather is so appropriate," she thought, "it is me. the weather knows how bleak i feel and it is showing the city what lies within my heart."