There is stillness in this day-
quiet. a gray sky envelops,
hides the sun.
A scatter of raindrops covers the cars,
that are not moving.
The grass is wet on sock-covered feet.
The air: cool, moist, unrelenting.
One can turn their face to the hidden sun,
but find no warmth
to energize easily
There is only a cool damp day to reflect on,
to silently trudge through -
to get to another day.
-J. Sinclair (morrow)