RANDOM ACT OF METAPHOR: A Phosphorescent Sunrise

Hmmm, if my habitual mourning routine had not been interrupted by that striking sunrise, would my day have unfolded differently?

I was winding myself up for another work day. Going through the motions of a routine so well rehearsed I could do it blindfolded. Then I saw it. A narrow band of phosphorescent orange on the horizon doing battle, or so it seemed, with the looming, grey clouds that dominated the skyline.

It look vaguely ominous and, at the same time, outlandishly hopeful. It struck me ...