In a sunless morning; the cold feeling is intense.

There is just me in the house.  I do not want to rush.  I stand and look outside.
A hazy rain is falling like a light fog.  It is cold, but the rain can wash some pollution away. The trees in the opposite penthouse garden have a newly washed look.

Once in a while solitude is a supreme enjoyment.

People always try to make their lives full of colors. A poet's loneliness can stir a reader. And without poetry and resorting to the ordinary, one can still get taste of the olive if one chews slowly.

 I sit quite by the window.

 I no longer think of the past laughter and tomorrow's dreams. I only change my posture and lie on the cushion to make myself more comfortable.
 The rain has stopped, the sky is blue and there is even a white cloud.

不見陽光的早晨，強烈感覺到那份陰冷。

屋子裡只有我一個人，不想把自己投入忙碌，隔著落地窗，默默地把視線停留在窗外。

窗外，漫天細雨正飄灑而下，像霧一般迷濛，想那雨雖然冷濕，卻可以把鬧市中飛揚的塵煙洗滌，對面屋頂花園中的樹木，也出落得比往日清新了。
偶爾，靜靜面對孤獨，也是一種享受。

人們總是努力想把日子點綴得繽紛，變得多彩，詩人的寂寞情懷，令人掩卷低迴，但是，若能甘心於素淨，體會有情歲月，人間每一個時日都值得細細品味了。
我繼續倚窗靜坐，什麼也不想，才能鬆弛身心。

我不像有些人，在寂靜中的思緒常去想起昨日的歡樂或是明日的憧憬。我只是變換了坐姿，枕著椅墊，讓自己很舒適。

後來，我發現雨停了，藍空如洗，還浮著一朵微雲呢！