A waning crescent overcast by drizzle

The moon hangs low tonight, a waning crescent that barely pierces the drizzling grey. Its quarter lit surface is a quiet reminder of the phases passing by, while the damp chill of the morning seeps into the air. Drizzle brings a soft hush to the world, each drop a gentle pause, and the temperature feels warmer than the actual reading suggests, a 27.1°C illusion over the 24.9°C reality. It’s the kind of day that wraps in blankets and curls up with old dreams.