Dark, cold and grey comes the day as the sun protests for better working hours. The whiff of coffee wafting through the house persuades me to leave my blanket comfort. Jets flying 5,000 feet above, on landing approach, mean rain is coming. Finally.
“A wanderer,
so let that be my name –
the first winter rain.
Tabibito to
waga na yobare’n
hatsushigure.”
by Matsuo Basho
alive in the sea of information 
I love this one. Dark, enclosed, but I feel joy in it.