a pale gray

Even though it is Florida and all our license plates read "The Sunshine State" there has been excessive amount of gray and wind this summer. As I look outside the sky is covered with pale, unenthusiastic clouds. No rain yet, but I hear that the campus was drenched earlier this afternoon.

My interpersonal relationships are interestingly varied stages; beginning, increasing intensity, decreasing intensity, foundering, degeneration into complete and utter entropy. I compare and contrast them with amusement, but everything fades as the sun sets and the beers pop and fizz.

I hear the thunder rumbling, and wish life had such warning signs to tell us when Death comes riding in on his pale horse; when Chaos slinks up and prepares to knock on our doors; when Disaster eyes the sturdy pillars that support us with a gleaming and covetous eye.

My chores are calling, I'll end here.