parade

the skies were dull... so was the environment and the moods of the inhabitants around... it was barely 5 in the evening... yet, the skies, the people, everything was so much dipped in the cauldron of dullness... it was enough to divert me back to my room instead of the basketball court that was my haunt come sunday evenings... yet... only something severe could disillusion me.. prevent me from sticking to me sacred routine... no, it was'nt just the cold dull skies or the doldrums of that particular sunday.

my best guess 3 days later is that it signified something more profound... like it offered a preview of something larger than itself.. a signal... a sign of the times to come.. or of times that had passed before unnoticed... whatever it was, it didn't generate good vibes... i mean, the day i feel gloomy on a weekend at 5 in the evening, it is indeed a BAD sign.

on the other hand, i have 5 fingers.