dark, light and such

It had been colder than the previous comfortable warm, he was content to feel cold inside. Underwhelmed, his day began sedately enough. Goals weren't on the day's agenda, but the backburner of days' passed lingered in the undercurrent of his meandering routine of a typical Tuesday of early October. They lingered like the dishes in the sink, for they had no urgency, as far as he was concerned.
The day had potential.