It doesn’t seem like a period of rain this morning as I walk Pippa through a steady downpour. However, it is winter. It’s just we’ve been having such gorgeous weather. Cold, but clear and sunny. This dark, rainy morning feels oppressive.
I don’t know about you but when it’s cloudy and wet out, I don’t feel as guilty when I stay in and write. As oppressive as it can feel, the mood created is perfect to hunker down with my laptop or pen and paper and lose myself in a story or a poem.
When the sun shines I still hunker down to write but the light streaming through the windows often gives me pause – many pauses. My mind wanders to the brightness of the outdoors. Green grass beckons. My dog’s tail wags in anticipation, and it doesn’t take much for me to give in. Soon we’re out the door into the cool, dry fresh air.
My computer will be here when I return. My pen and paper won’t go away. I will glean ideas on my outdoor adventure, ideas for stories and poems and books. I will stretch my too often stiff limbs, breathe deeply, run.
Meanwhile, the rain pelts down and my fingers clip-clop on the keyboard at a rhythmical pace. A new story emerges. In the opening scene the sun is shining.