Monday, January 12, 2009
The sky is dark and moody just like me. That's why we are friends, why we talk so much. Misery invites company, I suppose. I like it most when the sky grows thunderous and releases bolts of white hot lightening. I like it least when it turns sunny and bright; it's too much of a jolt to my system. Dark and moody is best for me. That's when I speak to the sky and write my blogs.