Sometimes a grey old day gets into your heart. Your head forecasts bright and sunny, but your heart sees the sky and thinks that grey is just right for today. Hello clouds. Hello gloom. Well now, here we are.
There is no end to my luck in this world. Just about every day my thoughts are hopeful and planning. I'm ticking off my To-Don't list (the list you have for all the things you don't want to do but must); I'm working away like the conscientious little beaver that I am. Building organised little dams to stop the flood of what exactly I'm not sure.
My heart is a little grey today. Uncertain, worried, bleak and stretched. Perhaps the neat little dams I build are there to stop this kind of flow. Not stormy and foreboding, not ominous; just grey. Hanging there out of reach, like a forgotten dream.
We all have grey days. Sometimes the weather matches just perfectly but the thing is, like right now as I write this for instance, the sun always comes out eventually in a blaze of warm magnificence and the heart lifts up. Just a little.
What do you do on grey days?