My stomach felt full, as if I had engulfed a cloudy day. Bleak and dismal, my mood matched the sky’s expression. As I sat on the rocks looking out, though, I realized the better I could imagine the impossible, the further I could escape from the overwhelming truth of reality. Lemon turned to pumpkin turned to strawberry, faded to black. My stomach murmured expectantly as it was a cloudy day no more.