The gloom of todays cloud has
cast a shadow on my resolve.

There is an autumnal light, but
yet without its vibrant colours.

The wind is playing a monotone
wail against the windows.

Hence, I find myself in a strange
place between thought and being.

Am I sensing a premonition perhaps,
or is this merely a global conditioning.

A ray of light has just managed to
escape the cumulus of captivity.

One should never feel blue
unless the sky has fallen on us.