Is it an omen for the week ahead or will the sun replace the floodlight to illuminate something special?
Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this imagination of mine?
Must be a mix of something good, something bad, and a bit of something else.
Some days it stays at bay, other days it run rampant, never wanting to be caught.
Caught by the pen,
Caught by the page,
Caught forever by the reader.