Dawn.

It has been rather grey lately; ominous grey clouds loom over the hills obscuring the snow-topped peaks, globs of brown and black slush blanket the grass, and vicious, eager puddles await the soles of poor unsuspecting victims as they step out of their fancy automobiles. Yet still, I have found my days to be illuminated with brief but caressing sunlight, streaming through the windowsills and gently pouring onto the various surfaces of marble and wood, onto the blank canvases of my skin. The sedentary flora around my house enthralls my heart and enhances my senses, extenuating the stresses and worries of the outside world while at the same time satiating my mind to the brim. Moments pass and the sunlight fades, but it's warmth remains still.


"It's always darkest before the dawn."