A Morning for Walking Slowly
A morning with a heavy sky. What we said to each other yesterday circles in my head. Hearts that can't see each other are under the same sky. A cloudy day makes me bring an umbrella, and slows my steps. Right now, that pace is enough. A morning with no need to hurry.
Cloudy
Laundry hung outside the clouded window. Each time the wind blew, the sleeves slowly filled and sank. Only after watching that repeat did I slow down a step myself.