“I’ve got that sand running through my fingers feeling today.” I say, “Like the day is kind of just slipping by and I should be doing something because soon it will be dark then it will be tomorrow and then I’ll get a new handful of sand and let that blow away too.”

“I know what you mean,” he says, “but at least it’s happening on an overcast day. I’ve been having those on nice days.”

“Well, the weather is, like the feeling, just a part of today. I’d probably feel this way regardless of the sun being out.” I say.