16 April 2012
It seemed like another bright day this morning, but as the hours pass the sky becomes over run with dark clouds,pushing and shoving their way along the horizon. Every now and then the Sun manages to peek through sending her warming rays down to us below. What of us below? Each going their own way to their destination, school, work, play whichever way they choose. Everyone rushing to where they need to be, always seeming to be in a state of sum what panic, as though trying to reach their destination before time runs out. And then a calm descends while people go about their day and complete the chores that need be done. Walking talking coffee with a friend, passing on a smile to a stranger walking by. Seeing the little old lady shuffling down the street with her bits and bobs of shopping, to tide her through the week.
Drip drip comes the first few drops of rain, peacefully landing upon a window, sparse gentle and silent. For alone they make no sound, but together they make their presence known.
Another Day • Opuss № I