Is it obscured by clouds?
Or is the day just dark?
But no, the sun is out.
Barely a cloud in the sky.
Is it too quiet?
The sun still shines overhead but dim and feeble in a cloudless sky.
The birds have stopped chirping.
A dog barks, eerie in the dark morning shadows, sounding almost distressed.
A creepy feeling descends. Strange half moon shadows appear.
Should it really be this dark at 10:30 AM on a cloudless day?
Perhaps the portals between worlds have grown thin. What is coming through?
Dark dread descends. The feeble light grows a ghostly pale.
Those crescent quarter moon shadows, they are everywhere.
Familiar sights grow strange.
Nothing looks right.
Nothing feels right.
The world grows dark. Ominous, still.
Eventually, the light returns and the creepy crescent shadows dissipate among warm life giving sunshine.
The sun regains it's strength.
And still I prayed after the darkness lifted from here, that it would soon lift in other parts of the world that are afflicted with true unspeakable horrors.