Does it have to feel this way? Tossing and turning in the gyre of dreams in the waking moments. I blinked awake and stared at the ceiling. The white expanse felt quiet peaceful even. Like the promise of bored silence.
The grey of all the work issues started to crawl into view. I heard the thunder and whistling wind that followed them. Why now? On my day off! They covered the white and started to swirl.
I sat up and got on with my day. I felt the hook dig and the line strain. It was uncomfortable enough for a quick look at email and a couple of tasks. The sun was up in the sky when my mind snuck away and my body started to ache.
I switched it all off, packed away the equipment and thought of something more fun to do.
Le Ciel est Bleu 