Yesterday was one of those days.
No matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t get into writing, and when I took the dog for a walk it was cold and wet and the clouds were cluttering the sky so much it was impossible for even a single ray of sun to break through.
After the walk all I wanted to do was take a nap.
Today has been so different! I woke with an overwhelming compulsion to write, so write I did. When I came up for air to I take the dog for a walk I was rewarded by a glorious sun warming a perfectly blue sky.
Which makes me wonder.
Was yesterday as gloomy and cloudy as I remember? Was that why I couldn’t write?
Or do I remember it gloomy and cloudy because I couldn’t write?
Does it really matter what the weather is outside?
Or do I see clouds when my head is cloudy, and sun only when it’s clear?