Yesterday was eerily beautiful. It was one of those days where the change in temperature seemed almost negligable - where the wind was never still, but time was. The air was just brisk enough to require a jacket, and from morning to sunset, that feeling was amazingly perpetual. The clouds weren't ominous, nor were they pleasant. They blanketed us and muffled the light in a way that we couldn't tell, really, where the sun was, or whether it was morning or evening. It was such a powerful scene: from what I remember, the clouds were rushing assiduously across the earth, in an almost neverending manner.

And from what I remember, I was the only one that noticed.