We had some sunlight
earlier this morning, a greyness now hiding the sky. The greyness turns dark to the west. There's a certain dampness this morning; a coolness, too. The birds, not knowning anything else, repeat their same old songs cheerfully.
"We were poor," the old fellow told me, "but we didn't know we were poor, so we were happy." Perhaps the world is less than a happy place because we know too much, and one of the things everyone seems to know is who's responsible for my misery; of course we are never responsible for our own misery. It's always McDonald's fault when you spill hot coffee on your lap; they should have told you the hot coffee was hot. Yeah, right. Either we are actors, or we are victims. Either we push back the wind or the wind pushes us anywhere. Either you do or you're done to. Either you are a giver, or you're a taker. You whine and complain, or else you do something about it.
Off to the west, a very small patch of blue showing between the clouds. Clouds to the east, tinted orange with the sunlight behind. An orange haze above Lake Michigan, a two-layered sky. An either/or day.
By the time I get to work, the blue hole in the west has doubled or tripled in size. Apparently the clouds are moving: I just can't see it.