An Ektachromic morning
After a few weeks of gray, today's walk seemed quite vividly colored, so much so it almost looked fake to me, as if someone pushed the day a few stops, played with the saturation a little bit. The sky was deep blue, with little puffs of salmon clouds. The concrete buildings had a golden-orange glow. Everything appeared glossy, lithographed. A literal hint of light at the end of the long, wintry, gritty, dirty tunnel.

Nice day. Still cold, though. Can we fix that soon, please?

Is it because I saw the trailer for the upcoming movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, tracked with ELO's venerable (and inexplicably catchy) "Mr. Blue Sky," that I want to describe the morning off a palette? Naw, I'm just grasping at straws, trying to come up with something to put up here, if only because it's been more than a week since I last accomplished that seemingly simple feat.

I haven't written much because I'm not doing much that I think anonymous others would find interesting. I once had higher hopes for this space than to use it as a chronicle of what I had for breakfast (a poached egg, whole grain bread with "Smart Balance" spread, and OJ to wash down the multivitamin, thank you). I'd envisioned that my self-imposed mandate to maintain an online journal would force me to do more interesting things. It's connected to my real name, therefore can be potentially googled by people who know me, so I can't be too creative with the boring truth. As if that weren't bad enough, I also can't go off writing too deeply about the people, places and things most closely connected to me, because I'm more obsessed about maintaining their anonymity than I am my own.

So what does that leave for me to write about? Sunrises, I suppose. I've been in a pretty prolonged funk, deepening into depression. I've begun to wonder if I don't need to go get Prozac'd up or something. Now I wonder if a pill could possibly lift my spirits as much as a warmly colored winter daybreak did today? It's certainly a lot easier to write about that for you than my mundane psychodramas seem to be. 11:31:05 AM    comment []trackback []