Sunday Eggs

Today has been grey and lifeless. There was a brief sunset where I saw the palest of reds appear on a clouded sky. One could make out the time only by looking at the watch. The sky did not give away anything.

Also, it has been overly breezy. The window pane has been murmuring all day against the wind. I somehow found it strange, for no real reason whatsoever. Throughout the year, the air is usually still in these parts and suddenly there is a roar. Like waves in the sea. And an incessant knock, even upon closed windows. Why does the wind behave like that? To me, it almost seemed alive, like a person.

But of course, our eyes are selective.

Had no option but to do an indoor shot. I didn't know eggs could have such grainy textures! They don't look like that to the naked eye!