Dead Sunrise	09:18 am

Looking at the horizon, I see the grey and misty earth, then a patch of light, then grey again.. Far away, an oversized chimney spews smoke into the air, forming some sort of strand; a connection between these two discs of concentrated melancholy.

I heard the birds sing earlier, when it was still dark. Before their anticipation of a bright golden dawn was quelled, they tweeted and chirped the same trusting tune as yesterday, and the day before. Convincing anyone but the most cold of pessimists that today, the sun will shine through. Then silence. Strangled in a wet cotton curtain that cannot be unveiled, we're all dulled and silenced.

Today, I would rather soar high in the sky - looking down at a veiled earth and marvel at the curly sea of gray - than be trapped beneath an ocean, choking, holding my breath.

Current Music: Sparta - Air