It was drizzly afternoon. The sun was shining. The sky was so blue, my eyes dimmed. But circumstances, results, realities still sank into the dry hard earth. Like a slow drizzle, dampening the concrete, dewing the grass.
A furrowed brow, a confused heart, an impatient, invalidated spirit. The sun was shining, but the atmosphere was overcast and seeping out what it could not hold back.
It was a slow morning. Realities hardened, encrusted, accepted. Confusion still lingers like dampness under the bushes. Present, but unseen.
Today, I am reminded that I don't belong here. I'm not from here. No one seems to understand that. But then, neither do I.