At 16 minutes to eight
Folds of slate churned amongst illuminated blue.
I hoped then that the winds will take the clouds away.
The sun rises while I'm in the shower and sets while I'm at work-
I hardly notice hours falling through the tin roof.
Now 2 minutes past nine
And there is a crisp glow all around outside.
Coffee, toast, and banter are in the air.
I'm much calmer these days.
It must be a good thing,
That I think before yielding to the pull of emotions.
Although it sometimes means that the most intense of reactions are delayed.
It looks like mid afternoon outside.
Rays that bounce off the ridiculously tall palm outside,
Lighting up the dull bricks, slimy roofs, dew-kissed grass.