Grey

The colour of the winter landscape,

The faint outline of the Alps in the distant horizon, partly obscured by the fog,

The wispy clouds floating along idly to the chilly breeze,

Oh, but look in the foreground!

Splashes of colour!

As if a brooding artist had decided to wave his magical paintbrushes across the dull canvas,

The green of grass, moulting trees of the nearly gone warm autumnal leaves, reddish-brown tiled roofs.

Raindrops sliding off the almost bare branches of the trees.

So calm, tranquil, contrasting my disorganised inner state of mind.

Thoughts swirling around, like water in a whirlpool.