What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent.<br /><br />The world is somnolent and cool, in a temporary reprieve from the normal heat and radiance.<br /><br />But the sensation of illusion is strong. Because the sun can break through the clouds at any moment . . .<br /><br />What a soft thoughtful time.<br /><br />In this illusory gloom, like a night-blooming flower, let your imagination bloom in a riot of color.