For as long as I can remember, I’ve had an unorthodox feeling of consternation for a certain meteorological condition.

Specifically, I’m referring to days when the sky is of a uniform light blue color and completely devoid of clouds or any other items that would disturb the skyscape.

In such circumstances, believe it or not, I feel that at any moment, I might fall into the sky. Yes, this defies logic, but I can’t escape that initial feeling.

It’s as if my consciousness is convinced that clouds are guardians or barriers against outer space.

(This puts a new spin on the whole “sky is falling” concept, doesn’t it?)

However, this particular view isn’t consistent because I get a related feeling of pseudo-anxiety when clouds are very close to the ground. (Here, I’m not talking about fog; I’m referring to when the bottom-most layer of clouds is still clearly visible.)

Anyway, in such circumstances, I feel like I’m being trapped and suffocated by the sky and the vast expanse of space behind it. (Of course here, the “sky is falling” concept applies perfectly.)

These are weird reactions, no doubt. I wonder if they are embedded into humankind’s natural psyche, because, as the Chicken Little character suggests, apparently I’m not alone in this regard.

["...in this regard"?! You used "regard" in a similar fashion two posts ago. Come on baby, mix it up!]

You’re right. I’ll try to avoid that in the future.

[Don't just try. Do!]

Okay, okay. I got it. This post is done.

There was a report on CNN that said the temperature of the immediate atmosphere surrounding me all through today was the coldest it’s ever been in the universe.