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Bright Interlude
Jun. 25th, 2009 01:04 pmI was all ready to post here a long, grumbling rant about the fact that the sun hasn't shone in almost a month, and how upsetting it is to have to wear a coat to go outside in the end of June, and how the world here is covered in mushrooms and mildew and nothing seems like it'll ever be bright or happy again.
But when I sat down at the computer to type up my records from this morning, I had a hard time reading the monitor, and kept squinting to see it through the glare, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why, until I looked out the window at the glorious blue sky, and the bright sun shining out of it.
Then I said to heck with typing up records and bolted for the front porch of the clinic, thanking every power I could that I had finished appointments for the morning. I was good; I came back in a few minutes later to finish my charts and phone calls, but as soon as I was done I coaxed the office manager into letting me eat my lunch outside, on the park bench on the clinic's front lawn. And I soaked up every particle of warmth and light and sunshine, and I felt my blood start to flow again, and my muscles unknot, and I was aware of my skin again for the first time I can remember in weeks, and everything in the world seemed better. Not that things were bad before, but somehow it just felt like nothing could really be all that bad, as long as the weather held. I've always known that I'm solar-powered, and that the weather affects my mood, but I hadn't realized just how drastic it could be.
Now, of course, it's an hour later and there's a giant grey cloud covering everything, though I can still see a tiny window of blue peeking through in the distance. And it's supposed to rain every day again for the next week and a half. But at least I had this break, and it's enough, for the moment, to help me hope that eventually this miserable bleak grey streak will end....
But when I sat down at the computer to type up my records from this morning, I had a hard time reading the monitor, and kept squinting to see it through the glare, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why, until I looked out the window at the glorious blue sky, and the bright sun shining out of it.
Then I said to heck with typing up records and bolted for the front porch of the clinic, thanking every power I could that I had finished appointments for the morning. I was good; I came back in a few minutes later to finish my charts and phone calls, but as soon as I was done I coaxed the office manager into letting me eat my lunch outside, on the park bench on the clinic's front lawn. And I soaked up every particle of warmth and light and sunshine, and I felt my blood start to flow again, and my muscles unknot, and I was aware of my skin again for the first time I can remember in weeks, and everything in the world seemed better. Not that things were bad before, but somehow it just felt like nothing could really be all that bad, as long as the weather held. I've always known that I'm solar-powered, and that the weather affects my mood, but I hadn't realized just how drastic it could be.
Now, of course, it's an hour later and there's a giant grey cloud covering everything, though I can still see a tiny window of blue peeking through in the distance. And it's supposed to rain every day again for the next week and a half. But at least I had this break, and it's enough, for the moment, to help me hope that eventually this miserable bleak grey streak will end....
