The Bittersweet Between My Teeth [Tremily]
The sky was a solid blanket of slate grey clouds, padded and undulating. They covered the heavens, stretching from horizon to horizon, blocking out any trace of blue. But rather than making everything feel enclosed – as if the world were nothing more than a diorama kept within a tupperware box – it instead highlighted how expansive the sky was, how it stretched on forever, beyond what the eye could see and into infinity. The sun tried to futilely punch its way through their cover, but all it did was succeed in making the clouds glow in varying shades of grey.
The world sat, dampened by prior rain. It shone, water catching the light and highlighting it, giving everything, the trees, the plants, the hedgerows, even the distant hills, a reflective glow. Even the very air, the space above heads, felt luminous and buoyant, as if it was fresh and new, the first day of its existence. Though there was a slight chill present, nature proving that she