More Gray

A violent wind catches my conscious like a parachute
It is a callous gray morning...I don't belong here
A dull fog blankets the familiar--Stealing color from everything it touches
The world dissolves before my very eyes
It seems this ether dampens the commotion of the early commuter
There's only the faint whisper of this dismal mist
Leaves once touched with the Autumn's fire seem to bear no color
I find the cool air of Autumn a refreshing reprieve from summer's reign
It fills my lungs, and clears my head--
This fog is different somehow--It searches past my skin
I'm freezing from the inside out
This gray "nothing" it seems is a cunning thief