The First Word
On a cloudy morning, somehow everything looks slower. At least one conversation I've been putting off comes to mind. If either of us would just bring it up, it feels like it would loosen, but that ‘first’ is the hard part. Today might be a fine day to open that heavy sentence just a crack. Even if it doesn't come across perfectly, having started should be enough.
Cloudy
An afternoon when sunlight came around the corner, a cup of barley tea not yet cooled held the sky through the windowpane. Two stacked teacups remained on the table as they were.