And God told there be light……She is…

The shutter let in the light, mellow at first, warm and dewy with that delicious thrill of the early morning breeze, that sharp and nippy air, in an instant so cold that it brought goose pimples and the wild bursts of euphoria.
The air of night had been warm and stuffy, but now she loved the cool feel of the pillow against her skin. That brief steamy grayness specked with gold, like someone spraying grey ink on a canvas of the long forgotten painting..that of a tempest..smoothening it out, so that the waves looked still and calm and the occasional ripples of gold as they glowed in the sun only held the promise..
She did shut her eyes to that image and held on to that promise….
But the light became too harsh… too demanding…too fraught with worry..restless with the guilt of unfulfilled promises..
And the day wore on listless and dull ..the air smelled dank…heavy with despair..
She closed the shutter as the evening approached and the wind …as restless as ever was lashing out with a wild frenzy…And she waited. Her thoughts were brooding and dark , mirroring the transition of the world from a hazy practical blue to a slate grey…dark and obscuring…comforting and she grew calmer as if lulled into a false sense of security..enveloped and hidden by the fast approaching gloom..She found solace in that gloom..
But the very sharp glint of the street lights being turned on, the unforgiving orange glow which hurt her eyes and drew out bead of frustration, that sharp jolt back to reality..the snapping of a thread
It was night again..