Fern in dappled light
Walking in the bush on a gloomy day is spooky – the light is flat, the trees seem flattened until you suddenly come upon a looming branch and narrowly avoid smacking your head on it. It is also very very quiet. Maybe an odd bird or two, but they tend to lay low when the air is heavy.
And maybe, if you get lucky, the clouds will split, just briefly and let a bit of sunshine through. And even if it is a very small amount, everything shifts, clears, becomes three dimensional and sharp. Hold onto that moment, because once it’s gone, you’re back to the muted, heavy gloom.