It’s a cloudy day today. The forecast doesn’t call for rain, but for cooler temperatures. I miss the mornings in El Paso where there is not a cloud in the sky for months. The cool evenings lead to hot days, but the dry heat makes it bearable.
Cloudy days, though, bring a sense of quiet. They bring a sense of introspection. They bring a sense of stillness. I think the contrast between here and El Paso is what makes the cloudy days have more impact. Cloudy days in El Paso were a rare occasion. In Virginia, it seems as if it’s a regular occurrence. With the frequency of the cloudy day, does it diminish the effect that it has? I certainly am more accustomed to seeing them. But I also think that the introspection and stillness has diminished from seeing clouds so frequently.
With all that said, a cloudy day still is a good day to read a book or to sit and write. I plan this morning to work on a branch of my family tree, with the window open listening to the birds. I’ll be quiet and still. I will consider the good things in my life.
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