The splattering sound of raindrops falling grow audible as the last note dies out.
Outside is a light grey sky devoid of color. It emits a white light that spills over my desk, washing away the vibrant colors and turning them into a pale tint.
I hold my breath, afraid to distrupt the tranquillity.
Some may find the weather depressing, yet I imagine it as a white coating. The world before me is now temporarily a blank canvas, and anyone may paint it according to what thoughts occur to mind.
They may paint it a gloomy grey, because that's what they feel. Or they may paint it a pastel pink, cause everything's blurred and there is no need to see clearly in the fog, therefore the brain fills it in with uplifting thoughts.
What color is your sky?
