Down the Rabbit Hole

A Mad Whorling

The sky has gone black and great torrents of rain now stream down my office window. Every now and again, there is an ominious toll of thunder followed by violent bolt of lightening. I spend a few moments watching the puddles building in the parking lot and at the swaying tops of trees across the field, transfixed as to how in the space of scarely an hour, the world outside has become mad and dark. Life is like this I think, one minute things can be all sunshine and smiles and the next moment, you are plunged into a bleakness that threatens to consume you. Maybe we are meant to be this way, maybe it is human to be manic and fragile?