Grey October Sky

A random bit of writing: 

Too much. The world was too much. I stepped outside to get something from the van. The mossy pavement met my bare feet with a cold embrace. Delighted, I looked up at the street lights. The world was dimming, and no one was out to see it.

 

The clouds of the sky seemed like an endless amount of eye that looked right into my soul. It was a sea, and I, desperate to swim in it, was held back by my bonds of earth-hood. I looked to the door. No one would miss me. And so, I ran. I ran through puddles, my feet striking hard against the asphalt. I ran past houses, without a thought or a care. 

I ran beneath a Grey October Sky in the month of April. The day was misplaced, and there was no time! I came to a bend in the road, and I wondered which to take. My hair became wet in the mist as I waited. I made the choice to continue on, wondering what I would find there. My hair stood on end... would it be Someone Important? Or Nothing at All? Perhaps Something I Couldn't See! 

I ran wholeheartedly into the forest, where the pavement grew thin and the light grew darker. I held my breath at the middle of the path, wondering what I had found, wondering at what had found me! My heart sighed for that which is beyond my feeble words, and the mist comforted me. I walked in this, I delighted in this. Then I  laughed within myself and my feet flew down the road once again. 

As I entered the glow of my own porch lights, the world was still ever heavy. But the clouds rumbled with laughter, and said to not fear, for I have never been Atlas, nor shall I ever be. I know the Atlas of the world, and He is the Atlas of my Soul!