Gray Skied Mornings

These are the most comfortable days to ever be imagined. My parents are at work, my sister is still sound asleep, and here I am, sitting in the living room with the luminous gray skies just beyond the windows. Some people might take these gray skies as a dismal day, dark and gloomy, but there's something about them that I simply cannot resist. I don't know why I feel so at home when the sun is hiding and the sky is gray, but I feel an incredible sense of peace whenever I stare out that window. It's one of those days when I like to wake up and curl up with a good book, especially since I have acquired one recently. Book lovers should look into The Man Who Loved Books Too Much by Allison Hoover Bartlett, it will renew your love for books tenfold. Gray sky mornings are also great for writing.

Everytime I write, I feel as though I'm struggling against some sort of force whenever I pick up that pencil or open up a Word file. There's always some argument to be made, some sort of opposition to rise against, and writing seems to be my way of clashing with ideas. Then these days roll around where I feel no sense of desire to argue. It's a good day, one to remind me that, yes, there are many things in the world that I'm unhappy with, but that's okay. I write because I want to get published, but not for money, I just want to be heard and hope that someone, somewhere, might be changed because of it. I challenge societal views not in anarchy, but just to get people thinking. I don't want people to disagree with me, I want them to clash with me so we can learn each other's views and both grow. That's what I do day in and day out, but not today. Today, the world is a beautiful scene and I feel absolutely no desire to debate.

Rather than clash and learn, which I feel is very important, today is the day I want nothing more than peace. I want to find a fellow soul and laugh. Laugh at the world, with the world, heck, the world can join us for a hot cup of cocoa and all three of us can kick our feet up and laugh together as we stare into the gray sky. We'll take a moment from the calamity of life and look at the positive things it has to offer and all of the good we have obtained. It'll be a day of revelation for the three of us, and realize just how lucky we are to be a part of this world. We are really. A world full of opportunities if we only will take the time to find them. We'll put our regrets behind us and stare at the future and toast it. It's getting brighter everyday.

So here I am, praying that the sun won't emerge today, that I'll have a full day of gray skies and blissful peace. Perhaps today I'll write about something just as wonderful. Nothing big, just something to capture the mood I'm in, and maybe share a piece of it to everyone around me. Today is a day not to share my ideas, but to share my appreciation with everyone around me. Thank you all for all you do, for your friendship and kindness, and willingness to put up with my blunt and stubborn behavior. I don't nearly say it enough, but I'm thankful for my friends. I hope it doesn't take me until the next gray sky to remember how much they mean to me, or to express to them how they've helped me through life. Thank you all, and may your skies always be gray and blissful.