High above the earth, the sky wore a soft gray cloak, stitched together with drifting clouds that moved like wandering thoughts. The air was cool, gentle, and calm, carrying with it the faint scent of rain yet to fall. Sunlight hid shyly behind the layers of white and silver, peeking through now and then, painting patches of brightness on the ground.
Birds flew low, their wings brushing against the heavy air, while the trees swayed as if whispering secrets to the clouds. It wasn’t gloomy—it was peaceful, as though the whole world had decided to rest beneath the comforting shade of the sky.
People walked slowly, umbrellas in hand just in case, but with smiles that said they were enjoying this softness. It was the kind of weather that made one want to sit by a window with a warm cup of tea, watching the sky change shape, feeling safe and small beneath its vast, dreamy canvas
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