The room was awash with gloom, the flowers faded into shade, their dead heads darkening the window sill, the grey light sneaking around their stalks and creeping in amongst their brittle leaves. She walked into the room, her mood as misty as the winter light. She languidly made her way towards the window and leant against the frame, her sweet eyes turning into cloudy pools, overcast with old forgotten sorrows.
Oh dear, after all that, I had another knock-out day yesterday. Hey ho, up I get and try, try, try again!