I sit inside the same warm cafe on a dark and rainy morning, looking out the window and watching as people walk by. I sit and think, searching for some form of inspiration.

This Monday morning is harder than most. The rain falls and somehow, our Sunday habits continue on into the week. It has happened time and time again. My lazy tendencies take over as the sunshine takes its brief hiatus.

Haven’t we all be here before? It is as if we are stuck and somehow a loss of inspiration takes over. The rain washes away my motivation and I am left seeking the warmth and comfort of my bed.

How is it that the weather can alter our moods so intensely and so easily?

I walk the streets and am greeted by sunken heads, pushed behind umbrellas and hidden away. Everyone seeks shelter. We all are trying to get somewhere. Raindrops attach onto the lenses of my glasses, altering my vision and blurring the streets ahead. The world becomes as clear as my thoughts. Or rather, as unclear.

It’s on days like these where I’d like to disguise myself in layers of sheets and blankets, with candles lit, and a Nina Simone vinyl playing on repeat, only getting out of bed to flip from side A to B.

Yet, I am here in a warm cafe, lacking motivation and inspiration to do the many tasks that lie scribbled in green on coffee stained notebook pages.

I’d like to give in.

I’d like to put up my white flag and surrender to the warmth and comfort the cold weather provides.

Somehow, the birds still continue to sing.

Somehow, the traffic lights still continue to move in their usual routine.

And somehow, we continue on, running to our destinations and seeking the warmth the sun once provided.