Grey perspective
It's a hot humid day, the air is grey and the smell of wilting grass and smoke fills the air. There isn't a single bird in the sky and the trees are still. She sits pondering the happenings of the world. The wars being fought, the lives being lost, the starving children and the families being torn. The innocents wronged, the greedy who have won. Of the time when it was all alright, when things came full circle. When the phrase " good things happen to good people" still applied.. Still made sense. When " everything will be alright " wasn't a hollow promise. When telling your children to be good and honest no matter what, didn't doom them to a life of disappointment .when all was just. But it isn't so, it hasn't been for a while. The greedy grow, the unjust thrive .what goes around doesnt come around any more. She pauses for a while, she senses a growing restlessness.an urge to make it right. But she stops and goes back to her coffee. . Karma...