A baby will open its eyes for the first time today and be in awe of their parents loving gaze

The newlyweds will share their vows with one another

And a couple in Iowa shall celebrate 60 years of being together

A shelter dog will find its forever home

So will a cat and maybe a ferret too

A boy will find the courage to admit his feelings for his crush

There is also a girl who found the strength to say no

Someone just got that promotion

Another found their calling

While a man named Louis quit his job without a single regret

Friends will meet for coffee or tea for the first time in ages

Children are cheering for a snow day

A lad in Edinburgh will go back to university

Times are hard,

That's what everyone may say

But I promise you that it is going to be a beautiful day

It is the harbinger of chaos when it fills the sky,

Be it from smoke or from an oncoming storm

Chaos is what it can be

It is the duality of right and wrong

The uniform color of justice

Neutral, is what it’s best known for

It is proof of wisdom

A touch of this shade gives one not only age

But an understanding of life itself

It is innovation

Entire cities are cast in this scheme

Systems of travel, communication and infrastructure shine with it

It is solace

Death may come in the dead of night or in blinding light

However, this shade tells us that a life is done

It is a starting point for existence

From its ashes life may sprout anew

For every end provides a new beginning

It is the only comfort I have ever known

His gaze was as soft as wool

Yet they could cut one like a blade

It is a representation of a great deal of things

To the smallest of pebbles to the largest mountains

However, it is anything but dull

It is the harbinger of chaos when it fills the sky,

Be it from smoke or from an oncoming storm

Chaos is what it can be

It is the duality of right and wrong

The uniform color of justice

Neutral, is what it’s best known for

It is proof of wisdom

A touch of this shade gives one not only age

But an understanding of life itself

It is innovation

Entire cities are cast in this scheme

Systems of travel, communication and infrastructure shine with it

It is solace

Death may come in the dead of night or in blinding light

However, this shade tells us that a life is done

It is a starting point for existence

From its ashes life may sprout anew

For every end provides a new beginning

It is the only comfort I have ever known

His gaze was as soft as wool

Yet they could cut one like a blade

Thomas Kline was a man of few words and even fewer qualities. 

He was average in just about every quality. Height, weight, looks, athletic qualities, IQ. To be frank, Thomas would do wonders for being an extra on film sets, because there wasn't a single portion of him that set him apart from the rest of the world.

Each morning, Mr. Kline awakens to his alarm clock, utterly alone and utterly miserable. He wears the same black slacks and brown dress shoes everyday, something that his ex wife would scold him on. 

"They clash," she would say, but he never did mind. He only cared for his comfort, which was why he was alone now. 

His commute to and from work was the bane of his existence. Bumper to bumper he would stare to the sea of red lights before him, wishing he was anywhere else but where he sat, but everyone who knew him could never see him leaving his dead end job, and the thought of Thomas going on a vacation sounded more like the punchline to a joke rather than reality.

He always arrived to the office 15 minutes before the clock would start, his father setting the tone for his work ethic in his youth. 'Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable!' 

Setting foot into the office building he would B line right for his cubicle, giving a nod of acknowledgement to his coworkers, exchanging morning greetings and small talk. The reason why he hated Mondays wasn't because he had to return to his desk, it was because he would have to hear about everyone else's weekend. 

"Oh my little boy, Jimmy, he made it onto little league!"

"-And then my wife has the nerve to invite our neighbors over to the cook out! They still owe us for ruining our law mower!"

"Haha, yeah, It was a good weekend for me. Nailed some broad Friday night. She was something else but not girlfriend material if you know what I mean, Tommy."

Thomas loathed Mondays almost as much as the job he had, or the car he drove, or the place he lived. There wasn't much on this earth that was spared of Thomas's judgment. 

Save for June Weathers. 

He wouldn't say that he loved her, no, that was a bit much, but he knew he didn't hate her, and that was more than the rest of his peers could say for themselves. 

He sat adjacent from her, and where his corner of the world was bland and plain, hers was bright and pure. The only decor he had in his space was memos for work, where June had every inch of her cube covered with photos or catchy quotes, a Mickey Mouse bobble head next to her mouse. 

She looked his way and smiled, giving a silent wave. Thomas swore he felt his heart flutter and he returned the same. 

He prepared to ask a question that had been tearing at him for weeks when his least favorite person in the office hovered over her.

"Hey, you know last Friday was kinda fun, we should do that again sometime.."

Thomas swiveled back to face his monitor, swearing something underneath his breath. 

He hated this place more than he could care to tell.