Gloom

07:02 am. Perhaps, I have to examine leaves today and see whether their intricate venation left me some message. Yesterday, the afternoon sun looked like a giant piece of gold and though it was beautiful, I never found the inspiration I was looking for.

Today, something in the morning was quite upsetting. While recalling dreams in the night, my memory held only few scenes incoherent enough to disqualify as a story. Trees were honest fellows, so maybe I should go see what they are telling me.

09:35 am. The trees were silent. I have waited long enough for them to speak of mysteries that hold this earth together but there wasn't a sound. The birds refused to make a comment, too. They just gave me a quick nod and fluttered away. Not a soul would speak to me and the morning felt ten times colder.

13:01 pm. Everything is quick to fade. Glass windows continued to separate me from things. I thought I could see a better view of the world from a higher point...