In Arizona I get happy when I wake up and see the skies are grey. Grey skies are interesting because it is out of the ordinary here. Bright sunny days are the norm here, and when the sky is grey I know it will be, at least on the level of the elements, a special day.
As I look outside the window, I see the sun shining strong but opaque in the layer of clouds. Even as I write these words, the light grows stronger as the clouds disperse around it. Probably in a few hours the sky will be perfectly blue, but for the moment we are in a soft "lightbox" sky. It means that when going out of for a walk---which I've yet to do today---will be different than yesterday, and different from tomorrow. Even the slight shift of light has the power to make the world feel like a different place, an alternate reality in which different imaginative thoughts will spring forth. Different animals may be out moving around.
The winter has been very dry. Clouds but no winter rains yet. How wonderful it would be, to go outside in my rain shell, and feel the elements pounding against my back as I walk.
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