A Sunday, Gray and Chilled  

kinggidorah 40M
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3/27/2005 12:30 pm

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A Sunday, Gray and Chilled

I awoke this morning to a gray world accompanied by the soft sounds of rain.
Easter Sunday,
The streets are rain glossed and deserted. I can't remember the last time I heard a car pass today. The day stretches before me as a blank page; clean and full of possibilities.
I fold it this way and that. I give my paper wings, and let it fly. Today shall be my day of rest.
Tonight I will dine with kith and kin, but why this day, and not another? This, like the mysteries of the church, defy what I call logic. Should we need days like these to draw together those we love?
The sound of raindrops are my only reply.
It is gray, and on the air drifts springtime's chill.
It is a day for holding close those beloved.


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