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I am participating in the
Slice of Life.
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day,
on Tuesdays.
Slice of Life.
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day,
on Tuesdays.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!
Soft Grey Light
I’ve noticed
waking
just before sunrise
a soft grey light
briefly beckons.
A soft grey light
holds
remnants of the night, and
whispers of the day
to come.
A soft grey light
just before sunrise
doesn’t divulge
sunshine, clouds, or rain,
hot day or cool day.
One can’t possibly know
the day that awaits.
These days are
a soft grey
in-between
veiled
not yet revealed
understanding.
One doesn’t know
what comes next.
One doesn’t know
what we will do
with the day ahead.
