It’s a cloudy day. The sky is like a bride’s shimmering veil.
Translucent and soft, reflecting fragile beams of light.
What is it about cloudy days that makes one feel wistful and soft?
Cloudy days are a sweet parenthesis, a halt in the joyous wild ride.
Abundance and exuberance the sun brings
But only cloudy days have the power to make us stop by a window
And instead of looking out, look within.
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