Uprooted.
The weather takes its toll. Affected by the wind and rain, the early darkness of the winter months, snow.
Is it the weather alone, or has nature herself, conspired with my soul to produce the perfect backdrop to my mood?
Whatever the cause, the effect is apparent.
No longer grounded in the earth, floating in an ethereal storm of possibility versus probability.
I am trapped in my head. Living in the land of what if’s. Planning, Awake in my bed, thinking.
Dreaming of the concrete.
S. Conde
I say: be with the mood of nature. Nice, I feel the mood …
Thanks Susan.
I agree with you S. Lady. Cold weather sucks. Where is global warming when you need it?
It has been unseasonably warm actually…for Chicago…sort of an oxymoron.
I call this Oneness…
Definitely a oneness with the season / nature, but a feeling of disassociation from the grounding elements of the Earth. Too much of the head not enough of the feet. 😉