Nothing profound; just an observation. The atmosphere that permeates silence, solitude and simplicity differs from rainy day to sunny day. Yesterday was a rainy one. It was hard to settle into my writing; my body was slow; unspecified sadness snuck in. Today is a sunny one. I’m getting more done, moving faster, and not having to deal with mood. I can’t be more specific about any of this. I guess it’s just in the atmosphere.