The day started with a sky that made me think of a watercolor painted by an angry artist.
Clouds were layered one over another, abstract shapes of differing shades looking like they had been created by a heavy brush beaten against a canvas. The kind of random smattering that might have been created by an ill tempered child or a disillusioned professional.
As the morning wore on glimmers of sun peeked through here and there, throwing streaks and dashes of rainbow color into the gray - hope glimpsed briefly before being overwhelmed and obliterated by the angry swirls and splatters.
In the end hope and promise won out with a sunset built of bands of glowing pastels.
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