It’s one of those Sundays
Last one in the month
Still in the midst of winter
Skies gray and cloudy
Air cool and damp

Clouded over

People are moving slowly
Streets are empty
Cafés are full
People getting breakfast
Slowly sipping coffee

Clouded over

Warm beds are tempting
Heavy blankets and jackets
Cups of hot tea with lemon
Soothe the body and soul
Hard to get moving

Clouded over