Tuesday, 25 October 2011
Some time after the sun was extinguished...
A little while ago, earlier this morning, we woke up, my husband not quite yet late for work (and me with a day off). The covers seemed heavier than usual, in fact, there was a real pressure weighing on the bed. But it was only some cloud that had slipped in around the window's edge, not to worry; it was easily brushed off onto the floor.
And then, as early as that, the first mistake of the day was made: the heavy curtains were drawn back from the window, and contrary to custom, the room was not illuminated. No, rather, every last drop of light that had made up the gloom of the curtained room was sucked out, into the dark, dark day. I guess that light is out there now rioting around somewhere, giving even more strength to the wind that is galloping about and grinding down the houses.
In Canada, snow may creep up around your windows, it may even cover your house, trapping you inside, but there is a limit to snow. Cloud, on the other hand, is a substance that may go on farther than the imagination can stretch.
The rain is hissing on the window panes, and I guess I am alone now. Even if my husband is not carried away to Norway or further by this wind, he has very little chance of being able to fight his way back to me through all of this cloud, I should think. I would light the windows with candles, or make a big glowing, warm hearth fire to guide him back to me, but we've burned all our wood, all our candles. I think the best course of action is to hide myself away in a heap of blankets and hot water bottles. It's true that I will most likely meet my end smothered by my own accumulated clouds of breath, which help all this cloud to grow at a terrible rate, but I will scrawl out some pictographs in case my resting place is uncovered one day.
But for this long stretch of grey days, I would have posted a painting here, which I finished some time ago. Instead I'll leave you with a page from a little sketchbook of remembered dreams I've been working on for the Sketchbook Project, which I was lucky and won entry into over on the Pikaland blog.
May God preserve you from unending cloud.