2005-10-26 - 7:45 a.m.
Write...write...write...
It almost got me this morning - that feeling again. I looked out the windshield of my car at the darkness of the early morning sky and began to feel that old, familiar call from deep within myself...
"There's doom out there, Chris. There's doom and it's waiting to fall on you full force."
I could feel my chest sinking and darkness creeping in. I could feel the frosty edges of melancholy begin to grow, like fractals, up the spine of my soul and toward my heart.
And then I did something I never do...I put a CD in the player. Usually I drive to work in complete silence, save for the voices in my head; this morning I put James Taylor into the CD player.
I nearly wept for the relief that his melodies brought to me. James Taylor spoke to my soul this morning and as I drove I sang along with him and watched the soft, pink edges of morning rise above the blackness of the hills and chase the dark morning sky up and away.
I can breath a sigh of relief now.
But I still feel it there...sort of resting between my shoulder blades...this heaviness.
It will pass...I'm sure it will.
