Pathetic Fallacy

Sunday October 16 2021

The grey clouds, the spitting rain. Trees gently swaying to and fro. Vehicles cautiously approaching narrow roads, wet tyres gripping for stability. 

Birds chirping, seemingly in their own world, seemingly blissful and joyous. Men appeared aloof, heads bowed as they sat awkwardly on their journey to work. Some with earphones hanging from their phones, others focused on the latest chapter of their novel, eyes moving across the page akin to a pendulum swinging. Many despondent as their blank faces echoed the gloomy weather. Halfhearted it was, the weather and the people (myself the chief culprit) - the rain no longer falling, eyes no longer moving, books replaced by phones, rain replaced by moist, damp mist. A deadly day indeed.