I cross to the window and stare out at the sky, a thick blanket of dirty white covering my world. It's like the clouds you get with snow but without the snow. It's not much warmer, either. Everything outside seems to be waving at me, the limbs of trees reaching out like arms beckoning me towards them, yet somehow pushing me away at the same time. It's summer, but I can see bare branches.
I wish my eyes were blue.
photo credit - myseld
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