The weather today is a reflection of how I feel.
Yesterday we awoke to a blanket of powdery snow with 32 deg temps.
Today, it is raining in sheets while a balmy 63 degrees; .
The wind are highly variable with gusts up to 22 miles per hour.
The low ceiling is a patchwork quilt of grey, white and black.
My mood, usually sunny, cannot pierce it.
The buzzards, lovely creatures of purification,
twirl, soaring in groups on the updrafts.
I imagine myself flying with them,
so I can see from their view again.
However I feel like I’m falling for
with each foot of altitude gained, 3 back down I fall.
Feeling small and weak,
the rushes of air go through me.
I bid the wind take my burdens,
I bid them all adieu on the updrafts.
Perhaps I need to adjust my attitude,
having been berating myself,
so I am only destined for the fall.
Time to adjust the pedals, to straighten out.
of course, I’m wearing black & white today!
my lunch break to be spent in a meeting,
with a VP. Something I found out about this morning.
Yep, gotta move those pedals, alter my throttle.