It happens just like that. Like when a cloud blocks the sun on a spring afternoon. One moment you're bathed in warm light staring at the blue sky and then, gray.
Nothing has changed. No sudden shift in the sweeping orbit of the earth but still the subtle chill is enough to bring on a quiet sadness as though the sun will never return.
No storm has burst, no thunder tears the sky, but still, it feels as though a little rain has fallen.
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