Waking up on a dreary grey afternoon during the Winter. Fear already ignited by some dark twisted dreams. I feel sorry. Sadness is strong in the air and it reflects to and from me. This sentiment is no stranger but I hope it isn't premonition of something greater.
![A weird disposition](https://aetherealself.files.wordpress.com/2017/01/part_1485901413298_20170122_151848-1.jpg?w=900&h=560&crop=1)