What Color is this Mood?

Posted on July 23, 2003 in Writing Groups

Nanette caught me in a mood when she showed for the Wednesday Writers. I was staring at a set of coasters — at a chocolate-colored shape, really, that I was trying to give a name. “What’s up?” she asked.

“I’m in a mood. Vulnerable.”

“A blue funk?”

“No more gray.”

“Gray’s worse than blue.”

“It is? Is beige better?”

“I think so. Maybe.”

“Then it’s beige.”

“Contemplative?”

“I guess.”

I turned to look outside. There was haze, then stratus clouds, and the blue sky beyond all that. I was in such a mood that I could be all those things, be all those levels, and be something else that pierced every one.

Another member of the group came to join us. I smiled. “Well, there’s someone else. Go announce this thing.”

We exchanged smiles that assured each other that the exagerrated rudeness was just our game. Like a goddess, she delivered the message to the masses that the Cafe Writers were starting to meet in the Cafe. The people around us looked to see what the affair was all about. A girl circled us to see what books we were reading.