The doctor asked how the meds were working for me, but I was too engrossed in the haziness outside. It was daylight but not bright. Blue, but not blue. Grey, but not grey. Not-grey, not-blue, full of clouds that glow like fire when the sun begins to set. Curiously, I cannot see the sun. No sun. No clouds. Just a blanket of not-blue covering all above until I've forgotten what blue looked like. Oppressive and unimpressive. Real and light, but shades of wrong The sky, never truly dark anymore, but also, not quite right. But I've forgotten what the sky looks like and now it's all not-blue, yet not-grey. "I guess it's working" I reply, still lost in the wrong colors outside
We become saints slowly, and often in the most ordinary of ways.