A Cloudy Day (2007)

wrote on: April 12, 2007

The scenery outside that day was gorgeous.

The small blossoms that smelled that sweet stinky scent filled the trees as if they have just been snowed on.

The wind outside blew wonderful cool drafts of air on the warm, cloudy grey day.

Inhaling a deep breath of fresh cold air, I began my jog running down my steep driveway hill and onto the rocky street taking a left.

The music that was being played in my ear gave me a spiritual feeling, like I could just run forever and feel peaceful, like a full acceptance of myself and not care about anything that had happened recently, or what I still needed to do, or just, any of that.

I haven’t felt this way in a long time.

I should get out more.

Being by myself, feels good right now.

The wind starts to pick up and glide against my body, trying to push me away from the direction I’m going in.

My music player, tucked under my dark navy sweatshirt and T-shirt, began to play another song, slow at first, but picking up more dramatic and action feeling music.

I begin to pant a little, but my will to suddenly run never weakened.

I picked up my pace a little more, from a jog, to more of a canter, like a horse. It’s neither a run nor a jog, just right in between.

I make another turn on a street that begins to lead up a small, but long hill that curves the earths crust perfectly.

The sky brightens up in a lighter grey, but keeping that eye piercing light that seemed as though heaven was trying to peek through.

The cloudy sky’s metallic light reflected against my mirror eyes, which made it change color, from a light bluish-green, to a light bluish-grey.

My eyes reflected the mood of the day.

Now I began to slow my pace down to a small jog, to a walk, determined to make myself a goal for that day.

Beginning to turn from the stop sign onto another street made the direction of the wind change. Instead of in front of my face pushing me back, to now behind me leading me on.

But the wind’s harsh treatment on my skin never let up.

The skin on my legs felt numb, but I didn’t care. It really didn’t bother me that much, but as many other girls would say, I’m definitely going to be ashy.

I felt a grin ghost over my face over the thought of some girl who only cares about her looks and personality fondling over something like that with all of her other little friends.

I’m almost at the next stop, the octagonal red sign never leaving the sight of my eyes.

My body began to feel a bit heavy now, and I began to breathe harder.

But I didn’t want to give up yet. I wanted to run all the way to another stop, without collapsing.

Right when I passed that stop sign, did I break into a run.

I looked straight ahead at the other stop ahead of me. And now, the wind was testing me too, because its winds flew at me in big gusts, determined to make me stop.

My body at this point felt like pounds of brick weighing me down. My own breathing grew even heavier, almost like a choking wheeze.

My steps began to sync out of shape. I take longer heavier strides to try to reach my goal even faster.

And then, when I felt like I was just about to collapse right there, did I pass the red stop sign.

Immediately, I sat on the road breathing in all the oxygen my lungs could take. I felt very, very tired.

So I decided to lay down, right there, on the side of the road, with my arms crossed behind my head acting as a temporary pillow and my legs crossed comfortably together.

My music player kept playing great tunes too, some that I felt like at that moment, and that made me let out a small smile.

I gazed at the sky in fascination and wonder.

Cloudy days were always my favorite.

My mind began to drift off freely, since I had nothing to worry or care about.

Cars would continually drive by me, but none seemed to have cared about me, as I could them. Doubt they even saw me anyways.

But it wasn’t long till fate said I had to be disturbed from my thoughts.

“Excuse me? Are you okay dear?” a woman’s voice asked.

I sat up, trying to get the light-headedness that clouded my head away.

I shook my head, “I’m fine.” I say, so she wouldn’t have to worry.

The woman’s plump, round cheeks warmed into a gentle smile and nodded her head before driving away in her car, turning to the next road.

I watched her leave over the hills that curved the earth before beginning my walk home, up that steep hill to my house, and subconsciously walking in my house, in my room, and collapsing on my bed, and dozing off to a quiet nap.