A Message on a Cloudy Morning

When I woke this morning, the room was unusually quiet. Outside the window it was an even gray, without light. On days like this I somehow want to reach out to someone, but I have nothing in particular to say. The face of the friend I argued with yesterday comes to mind. I picked up my phone to say sorry, but ended up just sending that the weather was cloudy. Probably he feels the same. By afternoon the clouds will clear. I'd like to be a little more honest then.