What a strange thing it is to wake up
to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick
cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a
concentration of blooming scent.
The world is somnolent and cool, in a
temporary reprieve from the normal heat and radiance.
But the sensation of illusion is
strong. Because the sun can break through the clouds at any
moment . . .
What a soft thoughtful time.
In this illusory gloom, like a
night-blooming flower, let your imagination bloom in a riot of color.