Cloudy

Today was mostly sunny and beautiful, and then this afternoon it got cloudy.

And it made me happy.

I love, love cloudy days. And rainy days. And thunderstorms. Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I open the curtains to see a sunny day outside and I actually feel disappointed. {I know, what's wrong with me, right?} But if I open the curtains to a cloudy morning, well, I'm instantly loving it.

I really can't explain this perhaps other than me being born and having family roots in the rainy Pacific Northwest. Or maybe it comes from my family's heritage being traced to the windswept, gloomy British Isles. Or maybe it's even my rare personality type.

Of course, there are days when I prefer sun, like on beach days and so forth. But there's just something about a gray, overcast sky that makes me feel warm, cozy, safe, and content. I really cannot find the words to tell you why I love cloudy days so, for it's really just built into who I am.

I could use a summer with lots more cloudy days.