have you ever looked the sun into the face? I saw the sun today.

Paradoxically, because there (again) was fog all around, my train traveling through nothingness. A super-powered projectile, this smooth mover, following the tracks, having to trust blindly. The few trees I could make out close to the rail track were coated with white frozen wetness, stretching, reaching for nothing, and colours were completely restricted to shades of grey. From dark green-grey to the colour of a white T-Shirt that ended up in a load of black washing. No chance for warmth today, no chance for sun rays to tickle people’s faces to a smile.

Looking out, just and only because of the fog I saw the sun, this perfectly bright-grey disc. Its circularity struck me with its perfection and the ease and comfort I was able to observe it. Beautiful oh beautiful shades of grey, my masters, my teachers.  ¶ 1:29 PM 4 Comments