Remember being little and the feeling that there was all the time in the world. I used to spend hours just looking at the sky, wondering at the the vast blue. I marveled at how the clouds moved just fast enough through the sky that you could see their slow progression. I wish now I had more time to spend in wonder. I am still in awe at the vast blueness above. Anxiety moves over me now like the clouds that rolled through the sky. This isn't the lazy movement of fluffy cumulous clouds or high wispy cirrus clouds. This is the heavy grey weighted stratus clouds that bring the storms and rain. Blue has a different meaning today than it used to. Blue is the color that describes not the sky but numb feeling in my heart and mind.