“The Dark Side of the Meadow”

Just after the growl of an imminent storm, the meadow turns dark – the power, the electricity that crackles in the air. Our eyes are trained to look for light in the darkness, slowly…everything takes shape.

In the midst of a impending mental storm our mind  is drained of its very colour, clarity, and vibrancy… leaving only a dull, muted, monochromatic haze.

 Thoughts turn dark ,the weather was bright but now it’s at best, grayscale. 

Our eyes have evolved to look for a sparkle of hope in that dormant darkness.