Heavy Sky Morning

The sky hangs heavy this morning, portentous; the weight of rain sagging the clouds towards Earth in a kiss of grey, blurring boundaries. I too feel heavy and boundless, smothered over with too many emotions to distinguish. Grey has feeling - betwixt and between the light and the dark. Each moment changing shades but never quite reaching one pole or the other. Juxtaposing the opposition in its own shade, in its own way. I hesitate, a breath between strength and fear, wondering where I stand. Thus, I sit at another computer, in another country, on another morning, with another storm thundering in my waking dream.