Poetry

Cold, cloudy Wednesday

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.