Ominous Feeling

    Rising before dawn usually gives me the opportunity to view the sunrise in all of its glorious colors.  This is a great reason to roll out of bed at such an hour.  That and Bat (the cat) decides that 4am is the perfect time for breakfast.  It seems as if it is the perfect time for that first mug of coffee, too.  He and I share a few peaceful moments on the pier before we go our separate ways for the day.  I head to the gardens and he starts his rounds to make sure our property did not disappear overnight.

  This morning, however, we were not greeted with that array of color.  Grey...simply grey dominated the sky.  A slight mist was on the air and silence prevailed over the Bayou...a thick, heavy silence.  It almost felt as if there was an ominous shroud being laid around us.  Usually, I get this feeling before a hurricane bears down upon us but (thankfully) there are none in the Gulf.  Still, there was that feeling...a feeling that I did not shake all day.  Grey...ominous...almost disquieting. 

Just Another Day...Just Another Day

   While on the pier before daybreak, I should have taken a hint from the sky...get back in bed.  But I did not.  The weather started ominous but then turned gorgeously sunshiny.  I wish I could have said the same for me.  I stayed "ominous"...(or maybe a better word...anonymous).  My mood was not the happiest...not threatening but just not good.   I love my Bayou and do not mind the isolation but there are times when it really wears thin.  This was one of those days.  It wore thin...really thin.

  Folks, I am going to tell you that being alone is not a problem.  Being forgotten is.  Check on those who seem ok, on those who are alone, those who are homebound, those who just need a friend.  At the moment, I could be any one of those or none of those.  Stay kind.