Dark Grey

When I woke up this morning I knew right away, today was one of those days. I let out a deep sigh and opened my eyes. Sitting on the edge of my bed I buried my face into my cupped hands, thinking about hurting somebody, anybody, just because. I got up and realized that the problem wasn't someone else, but the guy I didn't want to see in the mirror today. 

I leaned over my desk and slid open the milky glass window. The squeaky sound made me form a fist with my left hand, ready to go like Bruce Willis. Outside, a misty rain was covering the neighbourhood. At this time of day the sun is supposed to shine bright, charging energy and warmth before meeting the zenith, but not today. Today the world was tinged in grey.

The walk to the bus stop was depressing. Wet concrete, reflecting the dark city in an even darker tone. Slendering down the street I saw both my buses pass by. Ordinarily, I would run to catch one of them, but not today. Today I watched them with resignation in my heavy feet. First the 604, then the 263. I didn't mind. Let me arrive at work late, I couldn't care less.