I remember pulling into this exact same parking lot a few years ago. I cracked a sigh because the sky was so blue with swirls of creamy clouds, but I was broken hearted. What does such a benevolent sight mean to a person who is broken hearted? It's easier to spot and a lot harder to take in, when you are broken hearted.
And today, when I pulled into this parking lot. The sky was grey and it was windy outside. But my heart was plump and whole. I would take today's windy parking lot over the old sunny one, any day at all.