The Skies Are Turning
The skies are turning a little greyer despite the bright cloudless skies of the morning. Outside a lone bird chirps as he or she digs along the ground. I’ve already revised and posted a story for Substack and even wrote a poem. Right now I’m just letting my train of thought take me on a journey…destination nowhere. So I breathe in and out, close my eyes, and clasp my hands in a prayer like gesture. Opening the door to wherever my mind wants to go. With the background noise of my son clapping his hands and humming and my wife watching “The Pioneer Woman” preparing meals my wife will never cook. Still with just an ounce of disillusionment, my mind ponders the next crisis between my two roommates. So I settle back into my sanctuary with the noise coming out of both the walls and ceiling. It’s a lonely life, yes. To live inside your head. But that’s the price you pay for the love and indoctrination you endured since you were a child. But when your raised on absolutes like ...