The sky has been
overcast since Monday. There is no beauty in the overcast; a gray shroud that
mutes nature’s colors and deadens its sparkle. It is the Plain Jane of weather.
But, now and then, the sun breaks through to remind us of how terribly hot a
June day in Georgia can be. And now and then, heavy dark clouds appear beneath
the overcast and threaten to unleash their fury.
But, the overcast holds its own. With
neither the beauty of sunlight nor the awe inspiring rage of a storm, the
overcast has given us three days of unremarkable pleasantness.
Tom, I love this one. Truly poetic. Some of us were born to be cab drivers (somebody has to) and some of us were born to be poets. I would put you in the second group.
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