An Overcast Bear Hug

An overcast sky looks like it holds secrets that it is busting at the seams to tell. It’s waiting for just the right moment.

The sun has hidden away, finished with its work for the day and the overjoyed clouds fill the sky. They are thick, gray, and heavy like a blanket covering everything protectively.

Under the clouds, a slight breeze moves the trees and cools the air after a humid day.

Some days a bright afternoon is relaxing and some days, like today, a gray sky feels like a bear hug.

– Written for Day 13 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.

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Sunday

It was bright and overcast at the same time. The sun dominated half of the sky, while the other half yielded to dark threatening clouds. It was still hot and bright, enough so that I was cheering on the clouds and wishing for rain. It never came, but it was a beautiful day regardless of my momentary discomfort. I was secretly grateful for it because I know winter is coming to New England sooner than I appreciate.

– Written for Day 7 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.

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