walking across the ragged-edged grass, clouds overhead mean no frost tonight.

Running with shoes pinging as they slap the dry pavement, the cool dark morning feels fresh, not cold.

The moon sails along, almost full, beside the bus; it is full dark these days on my way to work. Crisp lunar wildness combines with the satisfaction of another morning successfully navigated: I am running on time.


Certain kinds of clouds are associated in my mind with certain kinds of happiness; a different joy to sunlight. Rounded, low, evenly-spaced patchwork clouds mean reliable weather for hiking, working outdoors. They also tend to put me in a buoyant mood, resilient, I can do anything today.
Big, tall piles of cumulous clouds suggest change. Low, flat, heavy clouds make me anticipate rain. In both cases, the feeling is more flat, waiting, not as motivated.

Active storms, on the other hand, while they may drive me toward shelter, they also fill me with a wild glee, appreciation of an atmosphere charged with raw power.