Yet, James found the reassurance fleeting as his gaze lifted to the cloudy skies above. The overcast canvas seemed to mirror the tumult of his thoughts, a visual echo of his inner turmoil. Each cloud, heavy with the promise of rain, felt like a metaphor for his own laden worries.
He couldn’t help but draw parallels between the unpredictability of the weather and the unpredictability of their current situation. Is this a sign?, he wondered silently, watching as a lone seagull navigated the somber expanse, unbothered by the looming shadows.