Gently
This day was as still as a picture: crystal blue and bright — but I’ve been in motion. No real thrills, just day-to-day stuff. Now I am hungry, and a bit grubby. The hours seem changeless. Pale. Dreams of my childhood, and of the ocean, have occupied my mind recently. Gently sad, perhaps. Just floating, though. Still.
And then I looked out my window and the ghost-colored air was filled with swirling white.