Notes: It doesn't have to be a nice day to have a nice day. We get to decide that for ourselves regardless of conditions. The sun can be scarce and the wind can pick up, but we can decide what to do with that. Our days are ours. They are finite, but the cloudy ones can feel sunny if we let them. That may be a bit syrupy sweet for some folks' tastes, but that doesn't make it any less true.
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It was covered over
The sky turned gray
Yet it somehow it felt
Like a sunny day
How can that be?
What do the senses mean?
When not the wind
Much less the cold breaks through
I been thinking over
The length of days
To fix upon their ends
Is to let them slip away
What time must be
What must a moment mean?
When not the wind
Much less the cold breaks through