Blanket

The clouds were a uniformly grey blanket hanging low above the skyscrapers, and the dreary and depressing drizzle that fell from them felt like little more than a heavy mist that slowly soaked through your clothes, then your skin, then into your very bones.

But I didn’t care.

Today was a beautiful day, and all because she said yes.

8 October 2023

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