i live in a gloomy place. the sun comes up late and goes down early. the sky is grey, the air is cold, and it often rains just enough to feel it but not enough for an umbrella.
i walk on bumpy cobblestones that disagree with my preference for heels and just outside is a lovely patch of green grass that we’re not allowed to touch.
but some days the sky decides to be blue and the sun decides to give our wool coats a break. the cold air isn’t just cold anymore but refreshing and wonderful.
i look around and hidden beneath the clouds is the beautiful city i love. it’s old and sometimes tired, but if we let it rest it will surprise us with a day like this.