The Emotional Forecast

When a late night weather reporter has had a long day, and finally decides to go off script.

And now . . . the weather.

Well, it's unseasonably cold out here;
with light winds in high places,
and ongoing dry spells 
in the central region
of my romantic life.

And out east,
there is a slow moving front of high pressure
which seems to be drifting 
from the northern hemisphere
to the south eastern portion 
of my mental health.

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It's a sign of the times, I suppose.

Something like climate change . . .
although, strangely enough,
the climate never changes 
in the direction we'd like it to go. 

But, anyway
that's beside the point.

All we have is the here and now.

And I can confidently say that later on tonight -
probably somewhere around 2 in the morning 
(because it's always 2 in the morning, isn't it!) -
we'll see a falling fog
which will bring moderate levels of disruption,
to my decision making,
my equilibrium,
my pride,
and my general ability for thinking rationally.

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So, if previous experience is anything to go by -
that brings a strong possibility of sleeplessness;
and probably some reminiscing over a woman I used to know,
leaving my eyes at extreme risk 
of a little precipitation.

Or, maybe it'll go further too
leading to me dialling a number that I 
should have forgotten a long time ago.

And from that . . . who knows.
Maybe a tsunami
Maybe a hurricane. 
Maybe a storm arising 
somewhere in the vicinity
of my head and my heart. 

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But whatever happens,
Just remember 
it's cold out there.

Too cold

So cold, in fact
all reasonable experts are saying
that the safest bet is just to stay indoors.

Switch off the phone.

Read a book.

Do a crossword puzzle.

Try to sleep through it.

Hope for a brighter day in the morning.

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.
.

And, you know something?

I think I might just follow their advice.

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