Strange weather.

Dear Self,

The weather is strange today.

My mood is matching it, all out of rhythm.

The sky is grey and cool looking, but it is not meant to rain today, it is meant to be pleasant and sunny.

And yet tiny spots of rain are threatening the windowpane.

It wants to rain but doesn’t seem to be able to.

I have a feeling this unusual atmosphere will move along and become a fine day.

Until then I won’t take anything too seriously.

Luke

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