a day in the life of piano monkey

the sky has a gigantic rip in yyz today layers and layers of clouds desperate to patch it up but alas no use, the city is drenched with water, once graceful and clear now just furiously pushing toward the public sewer all grimes dirts parts of unknown things all swirling into numerous small angry maelstroms and i am soaked to my toes, through my shoes chilled wet pathetic in the city where it's all shades of cold, concrete grey, i am a pale blue ghost of a self empty sack of skin as if someone has sucked the life-sustaining blood out of me, leaving me only with skin and bones, barely hung together, then further drenched in cold summer rain kind of the day where one is tempted to slit a wrist of something just for some colour. among the sense of needless desperation i ran through the rain with an umbrella, also broken, hinges torn, a thin metal skeleton which no longer fits into itself the black nylon hangs limp, an umbrella that does not block the rain.

spring equinox is here. officially on upward motion. the sky grows higher, the wind a little gentler. little puddles of wet, now melted ice and snow, creeping up to the ankles as you drag your pants ever so slightly on the ground. the bare branches now nurturing little fuzz-haired buds, some already half-waking in their slumber, just a crack on the sheath, barely showing their most gentle colours, the petals that will be awaken with the sunlight and a warm-hearted urging of spring rain. little green tips poking through once frozen earth. the light getting longer, the shadows dragging a bit longer when dusk falls. day by day. warmer. gentler. excited. anticipating. the rockies are still a bit grey and cold, holding the last bit of shards of ice and the calm, dark blue coolness of winter mountain gale. but when the sun was heading down for another rest, i saw a hint of exuberant joy of spring to come, not in the setting sun, but on the reflection on the cloud, beautifully set in pale...