Some people just “get through” the cloudy days…
As they await the next sunny one.
I relish the cloudy days, and the magic they bring with them.
When colors seem more intense, yet at the same time softer, almost dreamlike.
Even among the birds, ordinarily so full of a million things to chatter about.
It’s when every breeze seems to be whispering something as it moves over the sand-sprinkled rosehips…
Something akin to a secret.