I wake up each morning to the same gray sky. The same unremitting cold. It’s been like this for months. I don’t know what’s wrong with the weather, but it’s driving me crazy.
I go to work every day, and each time I come back, it’s the same. The office is dark and dingy, and the clock on the wall says it’s already after five.
I go home, and the same thing happens. I try to watch TV or read a book, but it’s all so dull and lifeless.
I can’t take it anymore. I get up from my chair and go outside.
It’s a beautiful day. The sun is shining, and the sky is a bright blue. I walk around for a while, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my skin.
Then I start to feel a little better. I start to feel like I’m home again.
I sit down on the steps of the porch and start to think.
I remember the first time it happened. It was the middle of summer, and I was out on the porch with my friends. The sun was shining, the air was clean,
I am really intrigued with the idea of starting with something like this as a provocation or something to continue.
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