The day began with dizziness. The day ends with aches. Such is the state of affairs after fifty, after a routine vaccine during an annual physical.

The night commences with soreness. What will the night end with, other than exhaution. Such is the aftermath post-day after the shot.

As day turns to night, what comes, comes. What goes, goes.

Who’s to say what’s what?

twilight

a fresh gathering

of clouds