Melancholy

Today is grey with drizzle gently falling - perfect. I feel the melancholy that is usually the silent undertone to my life seep into me. The image that comes to mind is a simple needle with dark thread silently weaving through the otherwise bright and hopeful tapestry. It is not sad nor is it depressing. There are no feelings of despair or pressure. Rather, there is the quiet contemplation and introspection.

I am reminded of my days at Sewanee when the fog would roll in. It represented reality to me - never knowing who or what would come into view. At times, the isolation was overwhelming and I was reminded that even when walking through the opaque mist with some one, you were no more protected from what always seemed to be encroaching than if you were alone. Your companion could not bring clarity. The eerie stillness is beautiful, silent and haunting.