Today was a day much more like a dreary black and white Ingmar Bergman film than the bright, contrasty black and white photos of Ansel Adams.
The whole world seemed washed of free of color. With color being most therapeutic for me, this dreary day inspired nothing but listlessness and sloth.
To heighten my heavy sense of malaise, it began to snow as I left church.
After finishing reading the Boston Globe, I went to take a nap, only to wake up to a dark house later.
Now the snow has changed to rain. And the wind is howling, to boot. How much more full will the rain buckets get inside the house?
I will be grateful to see sun light and color again.
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