Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
--The Sound of Silence, Paul SimonIt is fall once again in Seattle. And the gray returns. Soon it will be dark in the morning when I go to work and dark when I come home.
Not sure how I ended up in such a place. I thought Boise was depressing. Well, it was depressing. But it was more about the people and politics than the weather. Though it would get oppressively hot in the summer and cold in the winter. But I don't recall the rain.
Seattle has the rain. And the clouds. And I've begun to think the people aren't all that great either. Maybe it is cursed by the native Americans or indigenous people who it belonged to until the white people moved in. Or maybe it has always been depressing.
Not that I'm a "walk into the light" kind of person. I've moved into a corner office at work and it has been hard for me to get used to having so much light. I pretty much keep the shades drawn. When I was a teenager, my room was in the basement. There was pretty much no light.
Though when I was a kid, I was afraid of the dark. I'd sleep with the covers over my head. I wasn't so much afraid of the dark as afraid of what was in it. I remember one time though waking up and thinking someone was shining a flashlight through my bedroom window. Kind of freaked my family out. Eventually we figured out it was probably just the sun.
I also woke one time thinking aliens had landed on our roof. It was actually my dad snoring.
Now I'm more of a night person than a day person. Part of that is my age. Though I have to get up every week day at 6 a.m. Still, I rarely go to bed before midnight. I do fall asleep in my easy chair watching television quite often.
I have officially entered into the mundane realm. It's to be expected when you follow your resolve to write for yourself and not for anyone else to read. Pretty soon I'm going to start falling asleep in front of my computer while I compose blog posts.