So occasionally I like to do those random quizzes and had some interesting results when toying with an excerpt from my story Lucid. Most of you probably have no idea who Vladimir Nabokov is but I studied his work in one of my theory courses and I think I agree with this one.
I’ve often questioned if the weather and my emotions shared a common thread. Many a morning have I awoken to a smile on my lips and sunshine basking across my face. And just as many days has the rain accompanied the heaviness inside, one I cannot explain and ignore most of my waking days. Does one cause the other? Does the whisper of the wind sing my spirit? Or maybe, just maybe, when I walk with the loneliness, the universe shares in my sorrow and spreads its wings over the world in a cleansing mist. The close of spring and welcome to summer escalated the shift in the weather, my emotions tugged along in the ebb and flow of the end of the blossoming of May flowers and the scorch of the blaring summer sun. The storms grew in intensity, whipping winds accompanied sheets of rain, the few and far between as the days grew longer.