I've often thought that blue skies are overrated. They're so high maintenance. They're grossly dependent upon the sun. I only work with Sun. My hours are 8am-5pm and I prefer not to work with clouds. The entitlement, the privilege, the severe lack of character—it's just sickening.
Gray days are philosophical and sexy. They lend an element of mystery to the atmosphere. If gray days were a man, he'd be slightly rugged with a beard, and he'd read Yeats aloud to you while wearing his favorite L.L. Bean fisherman's sweater.
Damn straight.
Gray days.
Yesterday was gray and foggy and lovely and enjoyable. You couldn't tell where the sky met the ground. The fog just whispered into the mountains, and they didn't even seem to mind. I didn't even seem to mind.
I like this perspective! I am always complaining when there's no sun, but this is a good way to look at it. Grey days can be sexy!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful pics! I wish we were snowshoeing through it together.
ReplyDeleteAnd with those 2 rugged, sexy, LL Bean wearing, Yeats spouting men. :p
What a poetic way to describe Gloomy Days. I will keep this in mind when I'm yearning for sunshine, but we have cloudy days.
ReplyDeleteEven without the images, your words were so spot on.
ReplyDeleteI love the seasons, but especially this time of year.
By the way I added your blog to my blog roll.
That's how I roll.
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I love your photos, so lovely! I miss that kind of scenery.:)
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