Then there was light

Having reached the end of the day, there is little to say. It is more or less a post to myself. A day where I try to convince myself of the tasks ahead, as any other day. Tasks or dreams, whatever it is, the day was as dry as a hot summer day. In the end I was jaded, still I see a silver blaze far away in the horizon. Hopes and dreams are twilight and misty rain, which often makes you happy or sad. It doesn't matter moments of grandeur are always your own, cherish it.