"Beautiful weather, right?"

Just a few weeks ago, Journey would've probably only managed to say something like "Sun, good." Now, she was able to form pretty natural sentences.

Guess it’s true what they say, everyone has their own strengths.

But... is the weather really that nice?

I looked up at the sky for a moment.

"...."

The sky, thick with clouds, greeted me.

The sunlight that should have been blazing down was blocked by the clouds, failing to fulfill its role.

It wasn’t bad weather, but it wasn’t exactly great either—one of those ambiguous days.

"No rain, fresh air, and …