January 30, 2019 / 1 Minute Read

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I absolutely love cloudy days.

I don’t know what it is specifically, but I love them.

Imagine waking up on a Saturday morning.

You feel light hit your skin but it isn’t hot, and beaming like sunlight.

It’s quiet.

You turn and see the granite clouds dancing in large vortexes in the sky.

It gives me such a cool vibe.

I feel like time is slowed.

I feel like I’m in my element.

I want to go outside more when it’s cloudy so that I can enjoy the overcast.

The best type of day is a cloudy summer morning.

I wake up, groom myself, and take off.

I drive with the windows down, letting the warm morning wind flood my car.

I drive with the energizing fear of seeing a raindrop fall from the sky.

I enjoy those moments between dark and light.

It’s not sunny and bright.

It’s not rainy and dark.

It’s simply grey.

It’s unmoved.

It’s purgatory.

Cloudy days are serenity.

Bye Chance!