Oh, this is a pretty bleak one. I kept thinking I'd add color and other images to it, but the the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to leave it alone. Why be afraid of "bleak"? It's clean -- a very clean state of mind -- a honed perception that balances on the edge of a sword. It's like going to bed a little bit hungry. Maybe feeling a tiny bit sorry for yourself. Then waking up clear-headed, more committed. What's bleak about that? Clarity begets creation, creation precedes action.
I think I'll go pick some flowers in the soft California evening light.