A noir morning

Pewter sky, bare tree branches, black crows.
Me wearing a black coat and gloves standing at the bus stop.
A gritty, urban kind of morning - like something out of A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Twilight is standing in for daylight. The precipitation is not quite rain, not quite snow.
The kind of day that never really decides to be a day.

If we have too many of these days in a row, I begin to believe that the worm really has gnawed through the roots of the Tree of Life, the wolves are at the gate and that the twilight of the gods is really upon us.