Notes on a Grey World

Once upon a time, when the trees lit golden from a sudden hit of sunshine after the rain, the world blasted into a mass of colour. It was the kind of explosion that comes from things remaining dormant for too long—a stinting that results in an over-reaction to strike the balance.

In this case, the world had been dull, dark, and lifeless for too long. The cloying horror of the sticking dismal status had pronounced its sentence too lengthily. Simply put, the world had born a burden too shuddering to bear. Thus, in exuberant retaliation, the world burst, the dishwater cast pushed over, the veil of sullen clouds and heavy dimness lifted, and wonder ushered forth in bright and brilliant waves.

And so it will happen, again and again, whenever the world turns grey.

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