Older, but no wiser
Andy Borrows' musings on life and all its confusion, contradictions, richness and opportunities
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Grey days
Grey days, chilly days, foggy days; days of invisible horizons, cloaked in murk; monochrome days; I welcome them as familiar friends; I feel at ease in their company.
Their world is comfortingly delimited; only what is near at hand enters awareness; what is hidden has no relevance or meaning. Distance – in space or in time – might as well not exist.
Days of clear sun, days of sharp contrasts, far vistas, clarity, perspective; such days feel alien. Foolishly, I continue to dwell in the sanctuary of grey days.
Their world is comfortingly delimited; only what is near at hand enters awareness; what is hidden has no relevance or meaning. Distance – in space or in time – might as well not exist.
Days of clear sun, days of sharp contrasts, far vistas, clarity, perspective; such days feel alien. Foolishly, I continue to dwell in the sanctuary of grey days.
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