The alarm rings and I wake up to an unusual darkness. I look through the window, it’s overcast. One of those grey, gloomy days when joy seems to be missing in action.
I have plans, a date with a photo exhibition which I wanted to see in town. I go out. It is no longer raining but then it hits me. The chilly cold wind, the kind that freezes your bones to the core. I dream of warmth and try to imagine the steam coming out of a cup of boiling tea or maybe even a capuccino.
But colours start popping out instead. A warm distraction to all the bleakness around me…
“A cloudy day is no match for a sunny disposition.”
Willian Arthur Ward
Überwältigend poetisch in Bild und Wort.
Ich liebe diesen Blick der beiläufig scheint und die Sinne doch stürmisch berührt.