The cloud cover remains. End of May and a chill on your nose, you wonder how people live without considering the weather. It determines your every mood, your every move, so natural that you can't imagine wishing it different. It would be like wishing to not have to breathe.
I looked for four-leaf clovers in the grass this morning. It was the first time in so long, I have forgotten what it feels like to tingle in anticipation. To feel a small spark of just joy, nothing more or less complicated. There's nothing at stake, nothing to win or lose, just a wink from the Universe, just a moment of feeling singular. I found nothing, of course, and the cloud cover remains.
Sometimes we have to create a foe,
to remember we have something to fight for.
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