Weather and the Mind

This is a good Morning but I have this overwhelming feeling which has tagged on to my tired eyes in this sleeping eyed body.
The bird feeder is quiet, I hear no birds outside my window, it is overcast and gray for a Spring morning. Could it be that the weather in the last year has bombarded our souls as we humans have tried to live on this planet. Everyone my age is being beaten up.
I hear the hum of electricity coursing through our home. The cats are active.... Aah a finch at the feeder perhaps my mind has carried to many burdens. One moment at a time please.
My sister has an amazing story concerning the storm that passed our home yesterday (photo at left). The little white square marks our county where I live. I need to sell my soul to make ends meet.