all of this before coffee and the way things ought to be but at the moment aren't

if it is the greyness of the day
or the way the light
at this particular angle
just this moment
filters through the shade
that fills me with the desire to create pictures
leaving my fingers numb
from this constant longing
for a brush
a camera
some combination of words that might not fade so easily—stray just out of your reach—
like the glow of fireflies in the night