Ah well you glorious day you.
Not sunny, not warm, a bit grey with a hidden thunderstorm, yet cool and vibrant, pleasantly luscious, bite in breeze like a soothing hickey that needn't be hidden.
Like that day from your memory, when life was simple and cares none, from that time on a hill station, where the room was alight with stray clouds and nippy wind, when the windows were left open to let in serenity.
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