Overcast

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by Alex Price

 

The air smells different

when overcast

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Cast about 

like a friendly blanket

enveloping my being

smoothing out my edges

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The air reminds me of home

of childhood memories

days at the park

and sea foam 

at my feet

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Some may see gray

But I feel vibrant

Connected by a foggy tunnel 

to past from present

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Where for a brief moment

I feel at peace

with who I was

who I could become

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And most importantly,

in this moment

who I am.