April Third Sunday Write Four Sundays Late

A whole month late? Wow, that’s a record even for me, but it’s not all my fault. That is, at the start of May (about two weeks ago) my Facebook account got hacked. There were complications. So I had to open a new account, which the Facebook cops (or something like that) busted one day later — more complications. Although in the meantime I had paid the Writer’s Guild’s “3rd Sunday Write” a visit and, this being a new “me,” Facebookwise, had to send a request to rejoin the group.

And still, back in Facebookland, the complications — but the latter at least finally cleared up, and so, here I am! (Though one more complication: Insofar as it is a new Facebook account, the old one thus far being apparently lost forever, any Facebook friends reading this post, please “re-friend” me as well if you would, and wish to — old friendships, apparently, don’t transfer to us by themselves anymore than group memberships when we move.)

But, today, the posting, with prompt (again, a month late — possibly I’ll do better for May?): #2. What do you see from your window?

A brooding sky. A sky dark and ugly, weighted by the troubles of the world. A clear sky, hiding, shoving its true nature behind the trees that crowd the horizon. A fearful sky, feigning nonchalance, unwilling to commit.

A gnarled sky, cowering.

A changeable sky, one that reflects the world, capable, in theory, of showing brightness. Maybe that will.