Pathetic fallacy is so obvious when it comes to the weather. I try to avoid it when I write. But I couldn't avoid it today as I walked out of the house into a world of fog. Nothing in the past 10 days has made any sense at all. I was really hoping for a ray of sun. Instead I got more murky gray dampness surrounding me. Low, thick clouds that I can't see through. Cotton in my ears. Everything sounds far away, like when the airplane descends. The whole world banks left, then right.
I am waiting for the haze to lift. I can't explain why I expect it to. I am just trying to have faith that a blue sky awaits and not storm clouds.
Maybe then I can string together a congruent thought. Maybe that's where the story turns.
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