Sometimes things go flat. Everything seems grey, colourless, even a little hopeless. The beauty of the world deserts you, masked by dank, damp, drear or simply forgotten in the mix of mess that is going on around you at the time. It's so easy to lose sight of the mountains, so simple for the horizon - the line between the sea and the sky - to blur and meld into lump, almost all to easy for the greyness of the uncertain mist to numb imagination, soak and diminish belief.Far too easy to lose your way, sight of what's there, what's important.
Look harder... the mountains remain behind that drizzle, the sky is blue above those dead man smudges of grey, the sea is green and blue and black and brown and indigo - look hard - it sparkles with the sun.
Storms will come, sun will shine, clouds will cast their shadows on the hill. The light WILL change, it always does...
It won't be grey forever.
I sincerely hope so.Though sometimes when the worst thing happens a bright and beautiful world seem incongruous.
ReplyDeleteI hate grey days.
ReplyDeleteMichelle is right. Sometimes it feels right for it to be grey, but I couldn't stand it forever, and not often.
Spring will arrive soon.
Snowdrops, never defeated. Must try to be like them.
ReplyDeleteHi Michelle - you may like my post tonight then. I haven't written it yet but I hope to later.
ReplyDelete"It won't be grey forever." That will have to go into my cache of quotes the next time I forget what the sun looks like! Thanks!! :D
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