Not The Same
Posted on 2003-05-10
Sometimes it can be bright and sunny for days, and each fades into another day just as 'perfect' as the one before.
Days become weeks, and weeks become blurred into months, and nothing ever changes.
Then one day the clouds show up, and the rain buckets down, the lightening flashes, the thunder crashes, and it's dark, and it's dismal, and it hovers like an angry shadow.
It's grey, and it's intimidating, and it's huge and black and evil, and a thousand other ugly adjectives, but all you can do is feel relieved that things have changed.
Because it's not the same as it was yesterday.