This is not a metaphor, it’s supposed to be stormy tomorrow.

I didn’t need the forecast to tell me that, I swear I could have predicted this storm just by the pressure across my forehead.

I haven’t often noticed a connection between the weather and my well-being – unless there was an extended period of rain or sunshine affecting my mental health one way or another – but this year I definitely ‘feel it in my bones’ when the weather shifts.

Mostly my skull bones but my wrist and ankles like to play psychic too sometimes.