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Grey chiaroscuro skies hang in a pall

Over this early morning as I rise,

There is a chill yet there is no wind

The rain is holding off so far,

And there is some glimmer of hope for sun

And I recognise how weather affects moods,

How it can determine our motivation for the day

As the washing machine rumbles loudly,

And the television blares out its contents

I sit and try blocking out this background noise,

And wonder what this day will bring

Probably mundane repetitiveness and routine,

But although boring , I am not unhappy

Frustrated maybe by lack of opportunities to do more,

Held in place by lack of money to do more

Yet somehow unforgivably content,

Understanding my life could be far worse

I show gratitude to my situation and move forward,

Making what I can of life while sharing kindness

And being caring to others in my life,

Knowing that some of that may even be reciprocated.