I love grey days.
I love grey days. No, no, wait, let me explain.
I like they way grey days look. The whole world is subject to
some kind of massive lens filter. You can’t escape the color shift, in
the same way you can’t escape pouring rain. All you can do is appreciate
Nature’s subtle reminder that H. sapiens does not have supreme
control of its environment.
I think part of my reaction to grey days may also relate to the way
everyone else is so happy on bright days. I mean, I enjoy
sunshine, certainly in the summer but something tells me I’m not
getting the same Jor-El effect that everyone else is.