There’s something about a cloudy day that invites one to muse. To ponder. To let the thoughts roam. To contemplate by the poolside of the mind.
There’s something about a cloudy day, that turns to a light rain. It’s calming. It’s depressing. It’s dark. But it’s light.
There’s something about a Wednesday. Middle of the week. Halfway through. Look forward, look back. No turning back.