Mobrid morning.
Not for me, mind you; you will most likely be the ones to find it morbid. I woke up to dark skies this morning. The sky was so gray I had to check my alarm clock to be sure it was morning. I'm greeted with little specs of distorted lights falling from the sky. I hear the sound of rain trickling down the roof. The trees are red, orange, yellow and green; they are dying or becoming dormant. There is a soft breeze pulling more of the withered leaves off of a tree in my front yard. It is cold, dark and rainy outside...And I could never be happier.
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