I guess I know I'm weird when I welcome grey skies and overcast days, cool breezes and clouds that hover just above the hairline. And when the sun burst through (like it always does in LA) my smile turns to a frown - just a bit - as I feel the heat rising beneath my T-shirt, my outlook fogging up and I wonder how long summer will be this year. Blue is my favorite color - but blue skies all the time - like fried eggs and ham all the time for breakfast - makes me weary and discontent. I'd rather shake it up - bring in the winds and blustery days so I hear Winnie the Pooh and Eeyore in my head again and recall less stressful times. 😊🧡 Great poem, Jen