What an insipid day. No blue sky, I wait hoping that the sun shall adorn my next daily viewing. Shall I lay in wait? Or succumb to the disappointment likely to meet my acquaintance? I decide instead to hold my head high and take what comes without worry of my dab surroundings. I see the light ahead of me and therefore see hope for an enlightened tomorrow.
A light at the end of the tunnel©
By Felina Silver Robinson