I hop into the shower.
I get ready.
I look out the window.
Some mornings I'm greeted with an array of clouds scattered across the heavens, but lately the mornings have been barren of these celestial ships.
I find myself breathing out a sigh of disappointment when there aren’t clouds for sun’s rays to illuminate as the day begins. There is just something about being greeted with the gloriousness of light slathered over waking skies. After all, clouds are the sun’s canvas on which to paint the beginning and ending to each day.
Hoping for cloudy days ahead.