dark sky

Nothing but clouds and wind and rain for the past couple of days. Terrific weather, the romantics say. But why am I feeling weird?

Must be the dark sky.

Yesterday, Sunday, I started drinking again. All by my lonesome, under the rain, the world around me an old sad black n' white photo from a thousand goodbye cards: a wet flower here, a wet animal there, unsmiling people in raincoats hurrying home from God knew where. On my diary I wrote, "It rained on God's day, so God was everywhere. I picked Him up, put Him in a bottle, drank Him. And then I felt giddy."

Giddy, but not happy.

I slept, had a nightmare, woke up a scared child. That's for three consecutive nights now.

Must be the dark sky.