OPTIMISM

I drove into town today.  It was overcast and raining and dark and gloomy.  

DESTINATION 

Driving blindly on a ribbon of blacktop

Destination

Unknown.

Eyes unfocused through early morning fog

Silence except for the whispering of tires.

The intermittent rhythm of windshield wipers

Keeps time like a drum beat felt but not heard.

The road sinks into a gray shadow lake of wasteland with blurred edges.

Distance is distorted and time is skewed. 

Tendrils of fog snake across the road

Confusion drifts around me like smoke.

In a valley covered in a blanket of cotton batting with soft fuzzy whiskers

Trees are bathed in eerie light as they rise out of the spider web mist.

Then the morning awakens and the fog thins.

I see crows lined up on a wire like black exclamation marks.

Sundogs knife through the clouds

Creating showers sparkling with speckles of golden fairy dust

Scattering the gloom and the mystery.

Destination

Forward

~FK~

AT THE END OF THE DAY... there is color everywhere...even in winter...and spring always comes back...