orange skies
by fidgefractures
The beginnings of a fierce summer storm has produced an alien orange sky. To the north it’s sunny and as your eyesight follows the sky to the south it gets much, much darker. Plumes of cloud formations are making me weary as to their build up. Big, fierce and colored like that of rust colored machinery that has been through way too much neglect. Winds pick up quickly and I am started by the blinds slapping against the bedroom window and as I rush to close the windows throughout the apartment I see the clouds start to swirl in a fury.
Standing there, watching in awe as the colors of the sky turn from orange to black I am convinced that life is enchanting, mystifying, and satisfying in the ways it plays out. The timing of storm systems seem to appear at times of change allowing me a mental note of the ferocity of my own will. It has always been a time of comfort, of recognition of self. And though the lightening flashes seem dramatic it’s like taking a mental shot of moments that one wants to remember.
The rains that have accompanied the storm aren’t as hard as I had thought they would be. It is a light sprinkle and it’s cathartic in the sounds it makes as it touches the cemented ground below my balcony. It wants to lull me back to sleep though I know I am really ready to embrace another day.
A friend reminded me of how I used to be thankful for each morning sunrise, back when I remembered that each day is a chance to improve and a chance to give back. So here goes …
