Which Day is Today?
Today it felt like Switzerland: it was cold and dreary and grey. It made me want to be in Switzerland, feeling cold and dreary and grey. Fog rolled over the nearby hills, covering the very tips where the goats would nibble and roam. Rain came intermittently as the clouds would form over the lake from the Mont Blanc. And I could not see the water, as I could not see the mountains, from the clouds and rain forming over the lake. My room sat empty, cleaned out for my mother, one day late to arrive, whose mistake I am not sure. I wore my favorite new sweater, tight around the edges but loose in the sleeves, with my grey sweatpants whose color was like today. On days like these I’m content not being content. And I would kill for more feelings of the same kind. Where you know you can’t do anything about anything–you just have to wait. The sun started to shine as the rain kept falling, telling me that it is, in fact, possible to be happy while feeling sad.
