It's Sunday and the sun is out after a night of heavy rain.
There's a chill in the air and a wind that cuts through the nylon fabric of my shirt. Heavy clouds are pushed about the sky, challenging for control of the blue space above.
The street below is noisy. Busses thunder by on their Sunday schedules, fewer than usual but still enough to disturb the silence. It's an ominous scene when the clouds block out the sun.
Then the clouds break and the scene is beauty.
It's a day for reflection. The forces of nature are on benign display. Each shift in the weather triggers emotion, the kind innate to our species; the kind implanted by countless generations of evolution. I have no tasks or assignments more important than this.
I am going for a walk, I plan to listen to the birds.
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