Wednesday, February 3, 2010


My mood lately seems to have matched the wintry landscape of gray that inhibits Salt Lake City right now. A very dull color, this gray allows nothing for the imagination. I wake up and though the sun is shining, a gray musk fills the air. I don't blame inversion...that seems to have somewhat gone away...but this cool, dry earth is damp with despair. It's as if it is crying out, begging for blossoms. I know I sure have been.

However, today I feel lucky. Traveling down the gray road, passing and stopping behind gray cars, traveling past gray restaurants and shops, and seeing gray sad-looking faces, I noticed an inflated pink balloon in the middle of the road. It skipped along calmly and coolly as traffic whizzed by it. A very Joe v.s. the Volcano moment...everyone was rushing to their next appointments...did anyone notice the balloon? I watched as it danced from lane to lane. As if it wasn't worrying whether or not it was hit...because it was invincible. It was almost as if I could hear it saying, "Weeee!" I found myself smiling. Even amongst the busy grayness of the world, all it takes is one moment to raise my gray to a salmon shade of pink.


A Bunch of Paynes said...

Funny girl...I would never, ever think of the color gray in relation to you or your day or where you live. You are the color of glow sticks swirling in the dark, crayons on brown paper and pink pancakes. I'm glad you had a pink balloon to lighten your day! I just lost a pink balloon on Monday...funny. :)

Carolyn Hanson said...

I believe that pink balloon was for you. Love it!

Anything but housework said...

Very nice--you need to send this out as an email that gets passed around and around.