There is something plaintive about a steel sky

There is something plaintive about a steel sky...
Monday morning...
Threaded with the sighs of Rimsky Korsokov...

CLOSING DOWN SALE...Mount Evelyn Garden Centre...
Stark...
Still there...
Sad...

And Mount Evelyn is a Learning Centre...
Or so the road sign says...

I hear civilians have been killed on an Iraqi highway...

But why?

Maybe it is just Monday morning...
Waiting for the 1812...
Maybe nothing is better than something...