For some very odd reason of which I am not consciously aware, that phrase has been stuck in my mind since I was about 12 or 13. I don't know if I read it somewhere, or if it just came to me on its own, but its my little dramatic catchphrase that pops into my head on those days when I just can't move or think, when everything seems too hard or the effort just too much.
The last few days have been like that, with soaring temperatures and heavy air that makes breathing a constant effort and sends good spirits packing. I have ben waking up in the morning feeling like I'm stuck in a cloud, and that feeling doesn't go away with a cup of strong coffee or a splash of cold water to the face.
This evening everything came to a head with tremendous rushing clouds, splintering lightning bolts, and thunder crashes that brought me to my feet. The rain poured down by the bucketful and the wind sent leaves and sticks and dust flying wildly. Then it calmed and that amazing golden after-storm light filled the sky, the kind of light that makes colors turn three dimensional and turns dull streets into magical pathways.
I showered and settled down with a bowlful of cherries, breathing freely and thinking clearly, with that familiar phrase lingering in my mind.
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