The sky is a cloudy gray… hiding the sun… The trees are still… There is no breeze. Not a voice to be heard. No vehicles passing by, No birds singing a lullaby. It is so still that the man and his dog walked nimbly by… I am writing this yet listing to the stillness of it all… I am fascinated by this dull, dismal, overcast, calm and tranquil day… It sets the stage for my nostalgia.