#365DaysOfWriting – Day 138
The night is darkest just before the dawn
Is the dawn coming though?
Rains at the end of September and the general gloomy nature of the skies have me thinking.
Will tomorrow be the beginning of 30 days of night?
Or is there a ray of sunshine peeking through the ominous visage of the sky?
Life hinges on the little moments of courage. Or foolhardiness? It’s what you make out of it.
The gloomy sky. The bleak weather. The depressing thought. Nothing matters if you stand your ground with conviction.