A gloomy day?

A gloomy day?

gloomy—in the way everything feels blue.

The weird hiss of air creeping through the hairs,

and breath warming itself in a mood too tired to speak.

It feels like watching life through a blue-filtered film—

the colors are still there,

but they come in sideways,

odd and distant,

like the way people with asthma breathe—

carefully,

deliberately,

as though each inhale is both a fear and a fight.