It's wet and grey and iffy out. There's really not much to do on a day like this. I mean, sure there are things I CAN do, but the atmosphere that comes with a day like this leeches my energy and sends me spiraling into apathy. I look out the window, searching for some sign that the clouds will part and the sunlight will pour through, illuminating the landscape and my life, but as far as I can see, there are only shades of grey. That's all there ever is, really. Shades of grey. Life is too complex to fall into the sharp contrast of black and white. I turn from the window, grab my wallet and leave the house. I don't know where I'm going, but it's helpful to have some sense of motion, if not direction. Droplets of rain fall occasionally on my face, feeling almost like tears as they run. I feel a sudden warmth, and glance up to see a small hole in the sheet of grey, blazing forth light-- which quickly disappears back into the mottled uniformity of the sky. Dejected, I continue my aimless march. Hope may spring eternal, but despair is very thirsty. Very thirsty.