SLOW DAYS/RAINY DAYS
Rainy days. Slow days. Rainy days are always like snowy days, the sort of day that seems to last forever and is expressly designed to stay curled up in bed or in front of a fire. I’ve always wondered why that is: other than our inherent dislike of being wet and cold. Today is one of those days. It has been raining steadily since about 11 o’clock last night. I got up early this morning after losing the battle of bed vs bladder yet again. I made coffee, crawled back into bed and waited for the world around me to transform with the coming of the light. Except it’s raining and the clouds are low and although dawn comes, it comes with a peculiar yellow green light: the sort of light if you are living in the Midwest sends you scurrying to the basement. So; in bed, coffee in one hand, a good 18th century historical novel in the other, i came across a description that resonated. It was a passage about sleep when the nights are longer than the days, about how our sleep patterns change when it is dark longer than we normally sleep . It came to me that this morning seemed to last forever. Rainy days are slow days after all. The only clocks we have here on the Floating Empire are embedded in our cell phones and computer. I don’t look at the clock on the wall; it’s been years since i wore a watch. My awareness of time was distorted because the normal markers of sun position and light were missing. Oh well, whats the rush? It’s raining today.
More later,
Morgainne
