Atmospheric Pressure

December 22, 2009

Maybe you could tell by my lack of expression but over the last few days I’ve been at a loss for words. I’ve wanted to write more, sitting here for too long staring at the blank screen, or, after blathering on about one situation or another, just before I click on the tab to add the post, I decide to “choose all”, then delete. The seasonal blahs (is that what it is?) are hanging over my head like a densely packed storm cloud waiting to burst (snow, rain) or break (sunshine, clear skies) with the slightest change in the direction of the wind. This is not an all-consuming feeling, and I’m thankful for that, but it is a little vague. It’s like a small pit of… (what?) emptiness? longing? a readjustment to the cold weather and short days? (ah, but they are getting longer) all residing in my gut, which for me is where my internal barometer resides. Maybe that vaguely familiar tenderness is my very own atmospheric pressure clueing me into the fact that things are a little – off.

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