watercolor day

the sky is low & grey. the air is misty. waterlogged leaves in muted browns & golds accumulate in the culverts, clog the drains. drops plink into expanding rings on shallow puddles with muddy banks. softly slushing water works its way back underground. where you step, the ground gently gives. where you look, the diluted daylight reveals little. where you listen, the world is muffled, oddly distant. evidence points to your isolation, your abandonment...
but, you know that truth & evidence do not always coincide.