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I love cloudy days; seldom do they happen in my neck of the woods. A deep cloudy day informs us all that we really don’t live in the Truman Show — our atmosphere is alive man!
Cloudy days inspire. They are days when insight can be found. Whereas sunny days are expansive — it’s the cloudy days that keeps us in a smaller space — seeing less broad but deeper into what we do see.
It’s like being in a cabin immersed in the forest versus being in a cabin overlooking a mountain vista. You see less, but notice more. When rain begins to fall from the clouds, your breadth of sight diminishes even further.
In the land of no clouds, I am grateful when one dawns.
So don’t be so quick to cast off those cloud filled days of enchantment. They are worthy of our celebration. Unless, of course, you live in a place like Seattle; that’s when having a little too much of a good thing can be a bad thing.
“You see less, but notice more” I do like this one…it’s a wise sentence!!!
@ Yingying: Thank you.
The Truman Show had weather that could be manipulated to any scenario they wanted.
@ Garrett: Good point. But it was artificial manipulation. Yet our atmosphere is as alive as we are.
I love me some nimbus and cumulus.
Cloudy days? Not so much. To me, they’re depressing, blah, chilly, and did I say depressing? I know we should appreciate each day we’re given here on earth, but couldn’t it just be Spring and Fall all year? Sunny, with a gentle breeze… not too hot… not too cold… all flowers and trees blooming…. rain on an as needed schedule…
What? Why not? Who said so?
@ Michele: But cloudy days bring variety :]
Variety? Who needs variety?!
Ah, I guess I do like the way pine trees smell after the rain…