Leaving Work Yesterday....

I stepped from the warmth of the walls I had droned within to the crisp, frosty breaths of nature. The coolness kissed my cheeks with a refreshing then stinging touch. As I looked above me, no longer were there squares of dry cardboard tiles but an everlasting, ever reaching stark white and gun metal gray sky that was muted in color and detailed with contrasting spots of black that sprinkled heavily among the clouds in the form of birds. The barren trees that once stood full of leaves were now stiff perches for the birds of darkness as they let their voices fill my ears. Thousands of specks of pepper as if someone above had spilled a shaker onto the earth. This many crows gathered together are referred to as a 'murder'. This I do know. As winter becomes the death of summer- this murder of crows becomes the contrasting death to the monotone pallet that stretches before me- around me and through me. I do not find this coldness with white, grays and blacks to be a depressing end to a productive day but a simple, easy setting for the end of the holidays and beginning of a new year. For I know that this is the earth's way of wiping clean the canvas before the onset of new exciting colors and warmth and growth in the months to come.

Happy New Year