Passing precipitation ‘n’ ponderment.

If the cousin to contentment, twice removed, had a love affair with the Byron of boredom, their offspring would be akin to my current mood.

Moments of contentment flash by, like the brilliant white of lightning, before the ever familiar rumble of thunder follows. Sometimes. I have such a feeling of calm that it feels as if all my tangles are merely a cryptic crossword waiting to be unlocked and understood.

The feeling is beautiful yet mercurial, like Emma Stone at a red carpet event.

Maybe happiness isn’t knowledge and acceptance built over time, but more like the tides … pulled to and fro with the whimsy of the moon and its gravitational garter. Maybe you need only faith and the flow of the sea to reap the grande jubilee. And like global warming, over time, my core temperature will rise, slowly toasting my cockles, crusty and choleric.

Sure, the proverbial polar is done for. But what is this? Reality?

Or maybe the best way to view one’s life is through a collage of casements – one for each moment you care to call upon continuously – and they can be framed in such a way as pose your plot any way you choose. Poetic for an epoch. Moving and mosaic for a minuet. Maybe.

About the wuc

I'm a chick living in Australia, working for the man. I hate office work with a passion usually reserved for James Cameron, but somehow I ended up with a career behind a desk, stapling my forehead at random intervals.

25 Responses to “Passing precipitation ‘n’ ponderment.”

  1. perpetua gnocchi Reply August 17, 2012 at 11:19

    Very whimsical and philosophical like a dreamy, all-accepting Sunday afternoon on the cusp of contentment and a receding storm. Cryptic’s a good word for anything to do with the psyche. I like who you are.

  2. A “collage of casements;” that’s good, I like that. Looking in or out? Our boat floated to the bakery window, stand we noses against the glass, scents of fresh bread inciting dreams, while out mouths water over the bagels and baguettes (depending on your taste and persuasion)?

    The poles, north & south, magnetic and antipodean, are attractive, obviously, but are mathematically infinitesimal points of extremity. Life is best lived in the lush lower latitudes! Don’t let them chop down your rain forest!!

  3. ……but looking forward after leaving your swim in life’s sea how could you acknowledge the lunar tide, ebbing or flowing? You must some time ashore, if only to mate or perhaps bury eggs to be fertilised later. ahhhhhhh, you look or walk backwards? Are you sure your stapling of the past to your forehead, does not cover your eyes to the future or indeed the moment.
    Dare i say that over-analysis of life’s sunshine creates the storms. Grasp what you have, as I have learnt between the electric brain storms of seizure (put the pity away!!!!) and enjoy those times of confidence that happiness brings to do those things you never thought you would or could, as long as it brings no harm to others.
    your carpeteater

    • Ah, but ponderings are not to be taken so seriously. For they are as passing and ethereal as a philosophical fairy on a ferry. The schedule not yours to say. There to visit, ne’er to stay.

  4. I hope you write books, if not I hope you start….:)
    Your sentences have a way of trapping between each word causing me to become a part of you post…. simply wonderful.

  5. what a brilliant metaphor for low grade depression– lightning followed by rumble. Brava!

  6. Sounds like your life is oh so similar to Windows VISTA. Happiness and contentment for a while then misery and a need for emotional tech support. Carry on . . . .

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