The sky was painted over, a perfect uniform gray. On days like this the clouds probably absorbed the sounds from the surface of the earth. And not just sounds. All kinds of things. Perceptions, for example.

“We never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.”

“Not that running away's going to solve everything. I don't want to rain on your…”

“I get irritated, I get upset. Especially when I'm in a hurry. But I see it all …”

“I looked at her without a word. She held an edge of the beach towel in each han…”