Dreary

The weather is trying to dampen my Spring Break joy. The clouds engulf the city and sprinkle, then splatter it with their tears, or perhaps it's their snot. Either way, we are wet. Wet and cold. Blankets, candles, thoughts of beaches, and hugs can try to warm the chill that runs bone-deep, but the only thing that might save us is the thought that Spring must come. Eventually.