Submitted to dVerse for Haibun Monday
April 3, 2017
She awakened to the plaintive wail of the 7 a.m. train, and peered out the window to see it was yet another of those gray, bleak winter days. Shadows of bare tree limbs played across the dingy remnants of the last snowfall. With a sigh, she arose and shuffled to the kitchen, where she set about the daily routine of making her morning coffee. How she longed for the sense of well-being that comes with the first hint of Spring! It had been a long winter and each day seemed the same as the one before, a progression of sameness which left her struggling with boredom and depression. She opened the door, which gave the expected complaining squeak, and picked up the morning paper from its usual spot on the front step, noting that her own shadow mingled with that of the bare tree limbs, creating a lonely scene. Appropos, she thought, as she closed the door and shuffled back to the kitchen. Her first cup of coffee was always accompanied by the daily crossword, and she opened the paper, picked up her pencil and began the daily ritual. One across. Five letters. “A pervasive sense of boredom”. She penciled in the letters E-N-N-U-I, ennui … and the irony of the word did not escape her.
each day the same as the last
boredom reigns supreme