Eyes flutter open to a gray and cloudy sky everything seems to be blanketed with a fine cool mist of gray drabness hair spread out floating upon white cotton pillow sheets cool thin and papery gown white and soft
thin feet swing over to side to slip on cool hard wooden sandals underneath them frosty wooden floor stand and gaze out covered bright windows long lace curtains fluttering in soft cold breeze slight smell of crisp rain chime of sad gray church bells
wooden table dry and aching chairs tiredly sigh pushed in tea whittle whirling a moan tiny china cups clink pleasantly slender spoon drops sugar cube with soft plop aroma of warmth and herb soothe aching shoulders and souls
soft taps of pencil on paper small crackling sound of opening old book poetry and words old letters and songs float in and out of folds of creased pages
whispering wind among folded leaves of trees cloudy gray sky sighs and lets tears drop onto Earth and it's inhabitants drab gray cobblestones and concrete slickened and made shiny clip clop of horses' hooves boots and ladies' heels
tilted head and aching deep eyes fingers resting ever so gently on the handle of tiny china cup dry mouth slightly parted words hidden in soul sharing the emptiness and solitude of those alone in the world.