The sky is grey this morning.
Not heavy. Not sad. Just quiet.
Like the day hasn't made up its mind yet.
There's no pressure in a sky like this.
No sunshine demanding you make the most of it.
No storm insisting you shelter.
Just neutral light asking nothing.
I notice my shoulders drop.
Some part of me was waiting for permission.
The blue days carry expectation.
A script you didn't write but feel you owe.
Get outside. Be productive. Earn the warmth.
But today the sky shrugs.
And somehow that's enough.
Maybe the job today is just to match it.
Muted. Unhurried. Here without agenda.
