The sky in front of you might be different from what it will be at a small distance. This is what I thought when I left home. But when I reached Tama River, the sky was still cloudy.
I waited because the sun might show its figure from a space between the thick clouds. My guess was right, in not a cool way. Its vague figure was floating above the town.
By the way, there was almost no wind along the river so swimming birds were making lines on the surface. I was like having entered a world without sound.