What My Mornings Are Made Of

Sometimes the picture inspires the words and sometimes the words make me seek a picture.
This morning I can't decide which way it should be. I woke to the sky changing from darkness to an almost lavender blue morning. It was still and quiet.
Now as I look out the window, the sun in gone, covered by grayness and there is wind blowing all the branches in wild movements. Nothing seems to be moving in the same direction. It all seems random and confused. There isn't rain in the forecast, but it sure looks like it should be.
The birds are silent. Never a comforting thing in my mind. It seems un-natural and foreboding. The sun, pale and weak looking. White light and not golden and bright. Strolling around with my camera looking for something to catch my eye, I stand in one spot trying to catch the sun peeking through the clouds, looking more like a nightlight than our bright sun.
But in a moments time, I see a patch of blue sky. The heavy damp air seems to instantly feel lighter and less oppressive. My whole outlook towards this strange morning changes. Its just low level cloudiness and it will pass quickly. Funny how we are so influenced by what is around us that it can set the mood for the day and it can all change as fast as the clouds soar by.
Hornets nests, mullein, roses, bee on yarrow, Echinacea, cats kissing, pale sun and patch of blue sky. All what this morning is made of.