Grey

It’s cold.  It’s rainy.  It’s the sky but not through the clouds that hold this icy air in it’s cloak.  Deny me what light I should have during this day, giving in exchange dim hours until the sun does leave.  That I should be left in dismal torrents if I should venture outside.

Still, not unpleasant.

In what beats they fall, the rain does keep rhythm and its cadence so soothing.  I’ve become too lazy today from a week of work.

Let me rest, let me enjoy these moments, if not to have warm Spring days then at least some measure of sleep.

Still, work work work it is.  On to chores I suppose.