Morning walk Thoughts

Sleep-deprived morning jog

There were feathery cirrus clouds earlier this morning when I walked outside.

Tracy wisps of pristine clouds, purpose unbeknownst to man. Is it a a late warning? Seemingly belatedly or half-heartedly foreshadowing the perceptible bank of dark clouds, just before the light of life rises and blinds us with hope?

Or is it a sign of respite and recovery, to garner strength for the unknown challenges visibly awaiting beyond the brief eternity of sanctuary?

Or... mayhap merely an accidental misdirection, and the sheer palpability of the dark vestige itself is the sole message, a valorous attempt of the world to send an interpretable sign without breaking the celestial laws and disturbing the frail cohesive existence of the self-destructing race of humankind?

This is just a random mental monologue I had in the presence of double-strength coffee. I need sleep and food and alcohol lmao.