In a rush as they called to ask me to come in a little earlier, but I wouldn't be home after my shift to post a story in time for the day. So here it is, a little bit rushed, a little bit put together.
This perfectly fits the day outside my window.
*picture is originally from http://robertsantafede.com/tag/window/
01/14/2014 (Tuesday)- A Grey Day for Words
I start out every morning the same way: staring at a blank page sipping my coffee or tea (depending on the mood).
At times it takes just a few minutes, but on dreary cloudy days it takes a little longer. I’m not sure if it’s because I need more caffeine, or because the picture outside my window is flat and grey.
A lack of yellow color, a sadder shade of green.
I coax the inky-words out my pen.
On days like this the words come out hesitant, unsure.
On days like this they reflect their owner a little too much.