When the bright light doesn't beckon. When the world doesn't call. When there is only damp and wet and washed out grey.
When it appears that there is nothing. When there is no good reason to get up and meet and greet the new day. When the sun doesn't shine...and all is ethereal and quiet.
When - out of nowhere - an apparition. A magician. A ghost. Nothing other than a familiar form in shadow. When - out of somwhere..and the corner of my eye - there comes a hint of movement..a graceful dance.
Dontcha just love days like this?