She had wished for a day full of colors yet when the moon had gone the greys had remained. A world born of whiteness had appeared under a thick fog.
As the clouds sat upon the earth, Marley carried her easel and her basket of paints. While the morning was not as colorful as she had wished, it was still a beautiful sight. The countryside mountains stood proud behind a veil of thick mist that absorbed its rich greens and turned them into faded teals.
In some way, this dimmed world suited her state of mind. While she still confronted the world with a cheerful attitude, she felt as though it required more effort as of late.