I adore those days which exist beneath dark and cloudy skies – clouds which cover every discernible surface of the cosmos and, as if not satisfied with the vastness of their domain, touch down upon ours as a misty haze such that we need not look up to see the Heavens, but rather around and amongst ourselves.

It is this eternal twilight amidst clouds – a twilight where the sun has no trajectory (if there is a sun at all) – in which we can separate ourselves from mornings, afternoons, and evenings, and live within timelessness, if only for a brief moment.


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4 Responses to Overcast

  1. Kristen says:

    What a gorgeous post! I love that kind of day as well 🙂

  2. Becky says:


  3. Kat says:

    I have the opposite problem–I always wind up looking around instead of looking up at they sky. I only ever notice that there is a sky when it’s particularly blue and cloud-filled and gorgeous. And then I run into light poles because I’m walking around with my neck all craned back going “Ohhh. That cloud is just the right shade of grey against that blue.”

    Also–can one ever truly achieve timelessness while surrounded by clocks?

    • Doctor Quack says:

      That’s the great thing about such oppressive low overcasts: you don’t have to look up to see the sky. The sky is all around us. We’re in the sky. But I must say, certain cloudy skies are entirely under-appreciated.

      Sometimes clocks are decent enough not to follow us outside. Especially if you leave your phone indoors.

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