It’s hazy out.
Smoke from forest fires in the neighboring province has wormed its way to my patch of the world.
And it’s a dull, blurry, beige day.
The atmosphere and air quality is hampering my mood. I feel dull and unmotivated and it’s taken me most of the morning to get out of bed. It’s not that I feel blue, I’m not sad. I feel,
And would be content to blend into the smoke and disappear for the day. But I do get up and out and make an attempt at constructive tasks. Fill the vehicle up with fuel. Wash the vehicle.
And a small feeling of accomplishment begins to edge in, and clear away a bit of smoke.
Next the purchase of supplies needed to paint a table. A prospective project for when the dullness is chased away by inspiration. A creation of opportunity.
And the smoke dissipates a bit more.
Next a phone call to a friend and a visit with the nieces, the validation of another’s existence.
And the smoke gets even thinner.
And then, the baking of fresh blueberry muffins: what seems like an unassuming and prosaic task but is really the true battler of all dreary days.
And a wind comes from the north east and blows away the residual smoke allowing the sun to break through
making the day clear and bright.