A Melancholy Day

I am having one of those melancholy days. Maybe because I worked a 24-hour shift without getting a single call. Or maybe I got too much sleep. That happens occasionally. Rare, but it does happen.

I woke up to a beautiful sunset at the base this morning. I feel nostalgic during sunrises and sunsets anyway, but this morning was more so than usual. I’m not really sure why. Maybe it was the way sunlight peeked in the horizon and painted the sky in bright yellow and orange hues. Or the way the colors zigzagged across the sky playing with the clouds and making them part of a scene in a beautiful faraway dream right on the edge of waking.

I stood outside for a few minutes enjoying the cold nip of this beautiful Spring morning. I hugged myself escaping into the warmth of my flannel sweater. I was fascinated by the mist of my breath and I blew a few extra ones just because. Giant clouds of steam rose from some factory far away in the distance. It made me smile for no reason. It made me think of white cotton candy and the way it sweetly melts in your mouth. It made me think of my white cotton wool blanket, of how comfortable it is. I imagined its soft caress against my skin when I curl up in it like an infant swaddled in its warmth.

The morning is unusually still and silent. Even the aircrafts seem to be sleeping. If I concentrated, I could almost see them breathing and dreaming. I wonder what airplanes would dream about if they did dream. I try to imagine the places where they've been, where they will go.  I get caught up in my imagination, but the cold tugs me back.

I went inside to get warm. I thanked God for the day. My melancholy start of the day.