Some combination of fatigue and barometric pressure blend to brew this particular shade of gloom, leaving the afternoon sky, and my mood, gray. I have to be honest, I’m much fonder of the color in the fall, when it’s on a cute tight end in the Shoe.
It’s drizzling now. I can hear it through the windows, and I can feel it on my face. It’s warm though, and it’s not rain. My cheeks are going to need swimming lessons.
But I wonder whether tears can improve vision. Because sometimes what I see through wet eyes takes on a bit more beauty than what I saw before.
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I have found on more than one occasion that tears help to clear the cloudy, fuzzy spots from my eyes :) Let them fall, it's okay.
Sometimes tears help blur the sharpness of reality.
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