The demure sky held a party this morning. He stood silently behind the festivity: cotton candy clouds exploded like slow motion fireworks around a tangerine sun. The giant orange in the sky stood proudly at the center of the carnival of colour. Winter has been ruling with a tyranny of oppression, dark, low stratus drizzling rain and frigid cold. Until this morning when life burst through the frozen layer of death to make a statement.
It was lost on me.
Everything is meaningless.
I can’t help but feeling like rolling my eyes at Solomon when he says it.
I’m not sure how he managed to earn "wisest man" award for that one.
But sometimes I can't help thinking he's on to something.
At least it feels like it.
Just a chasing after the wind.
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