“Oh, Moody blue,

Tell me who I’m talking to

You’re like night and day

And it’s hard to say

Which one is you”

— “Moody Blue”

Elvis

The sky was brooding. She moved from brilliant blue with cotton-like fluffy clouds to moody blues and grays with lightning bolts of sunlight streaming down. The clouds rolled all day and it was hard to say whether we’d have sunshine or rain.

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