Today was gray.
Not the polished, modern, electronic gray of a high def television panel or minute computer speaker. But the gray left on a white sheet of sketch pad paper by a No. 2 lead pencil.
From this artistic gray backdrop fell a drizzling cool rain. It was a light drizzle, the kind that didn't draw out umbrellas. The kind that makes you look up into the gray and blink occasionally as a well aimed drop maneuvers past long eyelashes reveling at the chance to become a tear.
It was a light rain that left a sparkling layer of reflective spots on everything. Tiny droplet mirrors decorated cars, jackets, leaves and blades of grass.
Through this rain, drizzling from an infinite field of pencil shaded gray I walked to class, listening to the random shuffle of songs on my little music player. Following my lead, the world fell in step to the beat of the song I was listening to. Like a choreographed ballet, the gray stage was filled with movement accented by the rain, all to the song I was daydreaming to in stride. Instead of wondering how i was going to stay awake in the class ahead or when I should start the homework which seems to always be due, I distinctly remember smiling and thinking ...
Today is gray.
but its okay
Not the polished, modern, electronic gray of a high def television panel or minute computer speaker. But the gray left on a white sheet of sketch pad paper by a No. 2 lead pencil.
From this artistic gray backdrop fell a drizzling cool rain. It was a light drizzle, the kind that didn't draw out umbrellas. The kind that makes you look up into the gray and blink occasionally as a well aimed drop maneuvers past long eyelashes reveling at the chance to become a tear.
It was a light rain that left a sparkling layer of reflective spots on everything. Tiny droplet mirrors decorated cars, jackets, leaves and blades of grass.
Through this rain, drizzling from an infinite field of pencil shaded gray I walked to class, listening to the random shuffle of songs on my little music player. Following my lead, the world fell in step to the beat of the song I was listening to. Like a choreographed ballet, the gray stage was filled with movement accented by the rain, all to the song I was daydreaming to in stride. Instead of wondering how i was going to stay awake in the class ahead or when I should start the homework which seems to always be due, I distinctly remember smiling and thinking ...
Today is gray.
but its okay