A warm day was promised

Not a June day

But one that was acceptable

In April

Yet this was not the case

And the day dawned flat grey

A keen wind from the east

Added to the bleakness

The people were grey

The buildings were grey

The sea was grey

But more importantly

My head was grey

None of my thoughts

Contained colour

Not even a hint of colour

My name is Eric

But you can call me Will