Meditation 2.21.19 - A Pen and Ink Tangle
Whatever auger the National Weather Service uses to predict the weather broke today and the sunny weather they forecasted did not materialize.
Instead of basking in the sun today, Ziggy and I are stuck in the house with the doldrums and it turns out that the term is more than a just state of sluggishness and sloth.
The doldrums are also the name of a weather pattern, and it is rather ironic that I used the term to be stuck inside, hiding from the storms of Winter, because, in the maritime patois, the doldrums denote a period of calm seas.
The Doldrums occur near the equator and are caused by a low-pressure system that causes the seas to become eerily calm and the winds to all but cease. When ships relied solely upon wind power, the Doldrums were devastating and could trap ships for weeks at a time, miles from land, and with no way to replenish their supplies.
Given that the term has now become a synonym for monotony and inaction, I am guessing that these weather patterns were also incredibly boring.
I am glad I am not a sailor.