Cloudy days are my favorite days, especially the few moments before the sky makes its decision to pour. The overcast of grey provides a neutrality that highlights the textures and colors of the landscape below. Brick walls become much starker, the rattle of leaves echo a little louder, flower petals appear softer, and everything feels a bit more calm. Then the sky begins to pour, sometimes delicately and other times boastfully. People are seen rushing indoors or taking cover under a temporary roof.
The rain has quite poetically created a safe haven for community and sometimes an otherwise unplanned moment to pause. Strangers now have something to bond over, and that hot cup of coffee is a bit more pleasurable. These days feed my introspective spirit and quench my thirst for reflection, observation, and slowness. I no longer feel as though I need to seize the day, because all I want to do is enjoy the moments it gives for quiet tasks, such as the boiling of hot water for a cup of coffee, the heating of the oven for a loaf of banana chocolate bread, a game of scrabble just because, episodes of House Hunters International, because it’s a perfect chance to daydream of life abroad, and an extra blanket or two to stay cuddled in throughout the morning and into the evening. I guess I like the reminder to take it slow, because not everyday needs to be spent feeling overly productive. Some days are meant to be slowly enjoyed.
*Photos taken at Catalina Coffee in Houston, Texas.