Overcast
April 11 2024
There’s a softness to a day like this.
A gentle rain
that’s more misting than falling.
No wind,
so the view’s a still picture
frozen in time.
And the sky is overcast,
a uniform grey
as if the world was under frosted glass,
preserved
in a state of permanent calm.
A day that began
with a sunny urgency,
impatient to get ahead
intolerant of laziness.
Indulge in indolence
and the world would pass you by.
But now, in the stillness and quiet
and soft even light
the world is at rest.
No one rushing anywhere.
No sense
of the passage of time.
No reason
not to remain in my easy chair
gazing outside,
the sound of steady rain
on the roof overhead.
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