rolling in....

i cannot promise

i will never become restless,

that i won't ache

in ways you don't know

how to help.

there are clouds in me
and they roll in

from time to time,

i hope you learn to love
the dark mornings,

instead of always

fumbling around

for your umbrella.

      - tyler knott gregson

 the clouds have rolled in
enveloping our corner of the island

bringing plenty of rain and colourful umbrellas

after living in the west coast, for almost 20 years

i have to admit that although i have grown to appreciate them... it is not love

the sky goes sinister gray, at times ...ominous black
for days... sometimes for weeks
in between downpours, we are cocooned in mist,
the air so full of moisture...that moss and lichen grow prolific
and even the straightest of hairs starts to the curl

these are the days... of sitting by the fire, woolly blankets, and extra hot cups of tea
the doggy towels are by the door... and rain boots ready for puddle play

at times... the gray becomes too oppressive
some buy tickets to sunnier, drier destinations 
while arm chair travellers start clicking their remotes to keep up with rick steves


then one day...
the clouds roll out again
the sun shines and the crocuses open

erica
xoxo