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Wednesday, October 26, 2022

Slave to the Weather...

There is that song in my head, I hear Marianne Faithful's weathered voice: "All around the world, people are talking about the weather."

Can it be that simple? 

One day cold and rainy, slogging thru, getting soaked, a big, black umbrella doesn't help all that much, and I couldn't shake that feeling of being down,  a bleak futility, out of sorts; couldn't wait to get home and hunker in.

The next day, sun rises, no clouds, blue sky, and everything looks brighter. Energy surges thru my body, ready to face the day, hopeful, optimistic, expecting less slogging thru, and a bit more dancing and floating. 

The weather, I hate to be a slave to the weather. But, no doubt it turns out  I am very, very suggestible.

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