The clouds win everytime

I was supposed to be writing. I was supposed to be finishing the great project. I kept getting distracted by the clouds, and the waves, and the people. I kept loosing the battle of productivity because I was too weary that I would miss the point.

The only way that I could really write anything was if there wasn't any clouds at all. If only there was blue skies. But why spend the day inside trying to talk to myself, when I could be out and about enjoying the sunshine. There is tennis to play, and strangers to talk to..