A Winter Day

The sky was blotted out with gray, and that gray seemed to extend to ground. It was like being the horizon, seeing the sky and ocean mingle right before you... except it was gray - a gray devoid of colors and light - just bland.

I like the gray.. on occasion.  It brings a melancholy that goes well with certain classical music.  Maybe I confuse nostalgia and melancholy... or perhaps they both are intertwined in that instant.  Whatever it is... that bland security blanket that hides me from the world... brings a warmth of peace with it.  

It's predictable.  It's just another day one would think... yet it ended with a spectacular twist.  The sunset burned through leaving the final moments of the day with a colorful array... red orange fire, purple haze, both midnight and pastel blue....  mountains black shadows... trees black leaves and branches blocking views...  

Gray days are here.  Routine, mundane... but not really.  These days are as filled with life as any other... just harder to see or recognize.  All one needs to do is stop, look outwards, and see the beauty before us.  

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Cold icy lips - she said just one kiss

Passion shouldn't be missed.

Sneaky girl seeking bliss.

Momentarily amiss -

Cold icy lips - leads to an abyss.