Let Sunday be Sunday

The sky was perpetually painted in a coat of light grey and it was one of those days when the sun is too shy to show itself. I took comfort in the fact that the morning would be at least rainless. Claustrophobic antsy-ness drove me into the garage and I took out my bike. Without a further glance at the sky, I cycled away. Cool, morning air, stroke my face. It felt almost like a caress. Who said weather forecasts can be trusted?