He couldn't think on cloudy days. His thoughts needed room and the clouds smothered them. They needed to at least reach the sky; he didn't know where the sky began, but he was sure it was somewhere above those clouds.
The man turned around, walked home, and thought small.
I was walking to class and went to enter the doors to the OSH building. They were glass doors and there was an older couple next to them with their backs to me.
As I went to open the doors I found they were locked, and at that moment the couple started walking away. The guy turned around, and I was hoping he was going to open the door for me with a very simple push. He stopped, we made eye contact, and then he kept on walking.
