My back is facing the window.  
I have to place my right arm on the chair’s back,
twisting my stomach and wrapping
my legs around the chair’s own just to
have a
peek.  
The fog makes the parking lot look
mysterious and clouded.  
Dreary.  
Moss growing on breaking bark and
concrete is accentuated and has the appearance of
flowers,
blooming new scales every once in
awhile.  
The grass is muddy with patches of leftover snow, clinging to
life before spring can give an
end to their short-lived adventure from
sky
      to
         Earth.  
The snow’s once diamond-like display
is now riddled with
pollution and
mud.  It
browns.  A decomposing tree stump
sits alone in the middle
of it all,
softening at the edges, accompanied by
leftover leaves from the previous fall.  They blend with
the wood.  
Light heavily filtered through clouds darkens each
color I can land my eyes on,
but illuminates the Earth nonetheless.  
I untwist myself, seated comfortably now in
my green plush chair.  
I sink into it.  My shoulders settle
onto my body.  A heavy sigh
b
u
  b
   b
    l
     e
      s
out of my throat.  
I’m done
now.  
Until tomorrow...maybe I will find
the strength to contort myself to the
left,
                                  instead
                                   of the
                                                                           right.