Today, I woke up with an unusual quiet sadness, that I could not quite explain. Coincidentally, the Rochester sky seemed to mirror it---- heavy, restless rain without a pause. I cannot tell whether its my mind that colored the sky or the sky has found its reflection in me. Perhaps it's a gentle, quiet blending---- where two softly fade into one!
As my mind tends to wander, I keep wondering if sky somehow communicates with us. When I was in school, we used to write little autobiographies: the autobiography of a school, a house, a street, even a bird. I remember once writing, "If I were a bird, I would speak to the sky forever and ever", perhaps losing myself in its vastness and quiet majesty. And today, I feel as though our conversation never really ended. TO BE CONTINUED
~from Cocoon’s Diary 🐛
~March 20, 2026