The Un-Operating Cloudy Day

The sky is a diluted ink color, thick clouds pressing down the sunlight, and the air carries a cool dampness. My heart feels like a damp cotton cloth that hasn't been wrung out, heavy and unwilling to speak. The gentlest thing about a cloudy day is that it grants us the right to not be 'open for business'. No need to force a smile, just quietly slow down. Let's brew a cup of hot tea; as the steam evaporates, the gloom will dissipate too.