As I walked out the door into still another gray day, I was beginning to wonder if I was imagining things.
Nope, I checked.
Every weekend since some time in September, when I have the time on the weekend to finally walk out the door to do some wandering around, if it was blue skies out they would soon be gone. The blue was rare enough, the days usually started out gray and stayed that way all day.
It’s getting harder to appreciate another gray day. I need sun, shadows, color, even the muted colors of winter.
Weekdays seem to be faring better, but who cares. I get to catch a glimpse of it as I walk past an office window. I always step outside on my lunch break and if I’m lucky I get a few sun rays, but by the time 4:30 rolls around, the sun is pretty much gone and if it was a blue sky kind of day, I wouldn’t know.
I hear they may finally abolish the archaic and inane daylight savings time next year. It was done away with in the late 70’s and brought back from the grave a few years later.
They should have left well enough alone.
In the mean time, another gray day.
I go for a walk. It doesn’t seem to last that long.
I take some pictures. They all look so flat.
Three more months of this.
This is not going to go well.