The graphite gloom invites me to draw upon my artistic soul once more, to expand that great canvas and create new paths, new doorways.
Gloom can be a cocoon of the light if you take it as such.
Gloomy days are a chance to rest and reset, to dream anew, to create my own internal weather system.
When others see gloom, I see the world in silver-blues. When they see freezing rain, I see a coldness that brings me to a higher feeling of life, more aware of my internal flame. I see them cast their eyes to the ground, their mouth a full frown, when there is a moon above and stars beyond the canopy of cloud. There is a time for sunshine, and a time for wintry sombre hues. Every dance has pause, every song has silence. And so this time, so soon after the dawn, feels more akin to an old movie, one that builds from these blues to the kind of joy that spreads through mind, body and soul. And so I feel the ground beneath both boots, tilt my head skyward, both rooted in the blessed moment and ready for the spring that beckons.
The gloom hugs my skin as a protective brother, always bringing a sense of stoic calmness until the light returns.
In the gloom pick up your loom and weave light into every thread you can, you are my Rapunzel turning straw into gold.