Brain's are clouds. Clouds don't always bring rain; they sometimes bring darkness; the very heart of darkness. The night brain can dazzle you with random hints of starlight intermixed with gloom. But, it is weather none-the-less and there is no predicting.........
For a mood umbrella I go out and sing to the night sky or amble about the neighborhood in frantic dismay pumping heavy decibels of music into my soul through the i.v. of my headphones.
Or...I sip a cheap wine and sit at the piano and empty the vessel of my soul into the black and white cracks while gazing through the walls at some shimmering yesterday.
Like all weather it passes and some dawn of the spirit unfolds. My true self returns as though a long lost cousin and greets me with a smile and a shrug
. We all are, after all, only a mystery to ourselves and others and the world spins madly like a wobbly top underneath our feet as though to shake us out into the silence of heaven.
Terry