The Rainy Port Keelung 雨港基隆

The sky is a muted ink color, thick clouds pressing down the sunlight, and the air is cool and damp. My heart feels like a damp, unwrung cloth, heavy and unwilling to speak. The gentlest thing about a cloudy day is that it grants us the right to be closed for business. No need to force a smile, just quietly slow down. Let's brew a cup of hot tea; as the steam rises, the gloom will dissipate.