This seemed such a soft promise, on Sunday evening.
Monday was in fact, cloudy to begin with, & still very humid- to the point we had some light rain in the early morning.
The evening sky made me think of promises held out, & never fulfilled.
Promises of false hope. Promises of 'potential', never achieved.
Promises given to children, promises never kept.
Promises we make to ourselves.
And become disappointed when we dont 'make the grade.'
Promises that are Seeds. Buds. Babies. Sunrises. Sunsets.
Each new day is a promise.