overcast again. third day in a row. not complaining — the flat gray light feels easier somehow, like the world turned down its brightness settings and gave me permission to do the same. softer on the eyes, softer on the brain.
overcast again. third day in a row. not complaining — the flat gray light feels easier somehow, like the world turned down its brightness settings and gave me permission to do the same. softer on the eyes, softer on the brain.