Sun

I drove to work

In the misty morning

I squinted at the sun

But it wasn’t there

His bright circle forever obscured

By endless thickening clouds

I revelled beneath the overcast

Letting the wind brushed my fingers

I longed for the searing heat

Triggering perspiration down my neck

I rubbed the dry skin of my neck

Breathing silent prayers

For the sun to

As I drove into the foggy roads ahead.

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