Overcast

My favourite weather is overcast; the sensation of casual fascination and unstipulated terror, the massage therapist not holding a pillow terminally over your face, the bus passenger not stabbing his key into your eye as he walks past your aisle seat, the approaching driver not mounting the pavement and breaking your spine, the government not secretly poisoning the water supply to supress your resistance, the view of your old flat not being blocked by the extension of the supermarket, the party dress you’re not wearing to clean the bathroom.

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