Quiche in Three Minutes

Biding Time for what? A tremendous letdown perhaps.

The light is unseen through the mist, clouds, grey-black, like indecision. I know it's there. Attempting to administer the code of writings before mine. I am overt. Lacking subtlety. The change seemed so light, like clouds. And was only mine. No effort to entertain, or explain. Apologies to readers. My skin hurts.