In The evening Sun

The morning brings strings of white stratus to contrast against the blue sky. They drift lazily in the breeze without destination or purpose, as if every day for the clouds is a Sunday afternoon. You look at the clock by your bed and upon seeing its 7: 20 in the morning you rush from the bed. You were supposed to be up a long time ago and at your internship. You were late! you may have enough time to eat before you leave, but you smell terrible.