Spontaneous Musings

Struggling with self-pity today. The sky is gray that sort of soiled ash gray that you think of when you look at the burnt remains of cigarettes and pipe tobacco in the ceramic container. My father was a pipe smoker when I was a child, always leaving half-filled ash-trays around the house, used to drive my mother crazy. Remember how the house smelled of stale tobacco, musky, somewhat burnt, with a damp aftertaste. He was also always losing his pipe or misplacing it. And in the oddest places.
Such as a roller-coaster ride at Disney World - the one in the dark. Remember him dashing back through the long line and asking the ride moderators to look for it. Or in a haunted house - where he also wandered back into the place and requested someone find it for him. Bloody inconvienent things, pipes. Cigarettes are at least disposable. But pipes, trust me on this, smell better. Also far more sophisticated. And healthier - you can only get throat, lip, and mouth cancer with a pipe, cigarettes give you lung cancer. See you don't quite inhale the same way. Still find the smell of pipe tobacco oddly comforting and ahem, somewhat sexy.

Anyhow, the sky reminds me of those dry colorless days, where the weather looks like it is just tired after being pretty for so long and needs to rest it's smile. So is just looking blank instead.

My mood fits the sky. It no longer mocks me, if anything it appears to be waving back in sympathy.