What is the best way to say this without sounding melodramatic?
I think the stormy weather from the last seven days has reflected the stormy weather in my soul.
For the last seven days I have had a migraine, on and off, and have found it hard to concentrate. It has felt at times like someone was squeezing my head, making my eyes swim. I don't know if that was as a consequence of all the stuff I've been dealing with, or if it was a contributing factor.
On Monday, the mucky weather seemed to bring out the worst in both me and Bex. I don't think either of us has ever been so negative, or so incapable of seeing the good in a situation.
Looking back it felt like the gathering storm was a conduit for some sort of communal negative vibe, and we were caught in the middle of it. It wasn't ours, but we were swept up in it. We were sensitive to it. It feels to me now like we were visited by the spectre of Daryl Van Horne.
The Elemental theme continued on Tuesday, when we both chose water images in class. While Bex's was a stormy lighthouse in the centre of a boiling sea, mine was a glassine swirl of a wave, shot through with the fire of the setting sun. The image spoke to me, and calmed me.
Today the last of my brain race is gone, and I feel clear-headed and able to focus once more on the world. As if in sympathy (or as a causative agent perhaps) the clouds have parted, and the skies have brightened.
