Dark Days Ahead

It’s another dreadfully cold morning.

I suit up, then step outside onto the landing, taking note of all the creaks and moans from an already oversaturated wood. My shivering begins immediately.

It was to be expected, but even an acute readiness can’t stave off the inevitable fumbling or push back such deep-seated misgivings.

No matter, I soldier on in grim anticipation of what’s to come.

The morning light, still hours away.

‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’

Darkest Before the Dawn

What idiot thought that one up?

For the record, it’s actually darkest when the moon is off hiding, pushed far back behind the clouds, and the sun is still playing around on the other side of this stationary plate we call home.

For the record. Just more nonsense for the masses, idioms for idiots.

Stare too longingly into the abyss, and it’ll stare right back at you.

Right, Matt?

The Now

I pull another drag, quietly listening to the roar of the icy water, as it soldiers itself onward towards the river that waits just behind the bend.

Yet another grim reminder of how we all have a part to play, how even the most benign things within this snow globe have a job to do. Moist or mildew, just get it done.

I have a job that needs doing, as well; one that can’t be put off for much longer. What is it I do again? Crandew does something, but what?

Fighting.. something. We know this to be true, to be self-evident, but the morning fog tickles and I can’t recall the exact words. No matter.

One final drag, then it’s time to start the day.

That dim glow that now plays on the horizon is somewhat eerie, just a tad ominous. A silver screen moment etched in time.

An old man’s prediction of what’s to come but so worth the wait. Was I really out here for that long? Really?

Wonders never cease.

‘Crandew’s Clickable Pic -get transported to some far-off, wonderful place.’

Have a great day, do with it what you will!

-I am Crandew

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You are the carbon they want to reduce.

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5 comments

  1. “God is a comedian playing to an audience to afraid to laugh.” Voltaire

    Was Voltaire right or what? The masses reality is completely inverted as it is comfortably in Plato’s Cave, but it is not even remotely true. The curtains are being pulled back as we speak to see the brick wall at the back of the theatre, but the masses are most certainly comfortably numb!!

    Pink Floyd told the truth!!

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