Something Beautiful
Red beard walks out into the sleeting dawn and holds out his palms to the falling moister. He lifts his grizzly face to the gray skies and open clouds with a puzzled look. With a shrug, his body swings back to the door and disappears.
It's one of those days. The sky is pale and casts a grayness over everything. Not a grayness that tells of forlorness or despair but in the color it's self. People go around huddled in their hoody's and backpacks but I am safe and warm inside, and when I look out my window from my desk chair, the phone ringing and Hazel and Norma are discussing the weather, I feel as if something beautiful is happening.
It's one of those days. The sky is pale and casts a grayness over everything. Not a grayness that tells of forlorness or despair but in the color it's self. People go around huddled in their hoody's and backpacks but I am safe and warm inside, and when I look out my window from my desk chair, the phone ringing and Hazel and Norma are discussing the weather, I feel as if something beautiful is happening.
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