Today is a gloomy day. But not gloomy in a cold, misty, Gothic Romantic type of way. Gloomy in the almost summer, you can already feel the humidity clinging to your skin, Florida type of way. The sky is oppressive. The air is stagnate. Today is not a day for writing.
Afternoons echoing with thunderstorms are for writing. Nights glittering with heat lightning are for writing. Mornings reflecting blinding sunshine are for writing. There needs to be energy in the air, a spark of promise, a suggestion that the world will be different in the next few hours. The potential for transformation needs to buzz in the sky. And then, it will be time to write.