All of the morning chores were done and errands run, hung in deep grey hues of a rain-spewing mist. The blowy precipitation's purpose (although misunderstood at the time) was to wash, polish and buff all that it encountered in preparation for the higher pressure seeping in from the east. Tenacious laundering cleansed minds, physicalities and spirits to allow true free-flowing energy to really release into the afternoon, unyielding in their purity.
No unwanted anchors remained as the cobalts glow brightly, all clouds fluffy in their freedom to stretch and linger awhile. Some loiter, some fly freely but it's a time to devote to liberation and listen to inspiration.