The Weight of a Cloudy Morning
Brewing coffee this morning, I looked out the window and saw the sky sitting low. Without the light, the room feels cozier. It's colder than yesterday, yet my heart settles quietly. On a day like this, it seems fine to do nothing at all.
Cloudy
I remember a cat at the far end of the dawn market, slowly crossing a wet alley. After that, it was quiet, as if nothing had happened.