Stormy, Stormy Night
Just when I thought I had nothing, inspiration came late today in a few different forms.
- an email coupon for Paint Nite appearing in my inbox
- the song "Vincent" by Don McLean getting stuck in my head
- rain tapping at my bedroom window
A trickle of life's
sometimes unnoticeable fragments
like thick and elegant brush strokes against a canvas.
Contrasting colors swirl together,
Flush against my nameless wall.
Sometimes I see my life through lenses
of gray and blue.
It's not as depressing as it sounds.
It reminds me of stormy nights
when rain clouds dip low, coming close,
keeping me company
in our tighter-than-we-realize world.
Now I understand.