White on White on Black on Gray

Lisa left for work this morning at 7 a.m.

Shortly thereafter, I followed her out the door...in search of...

Out this morning in search of the 'rise,
"Where is it at?" I stopped to surmise.
She refused to shine,
in spite of my whine,
so the gravestones became my Blip prize.

When I left this morning, it was 19F. Cold.