Depression rain – of the tropical sort in a not-so-tropical clime.
The rain falls and the wind blows outside, leaving the world in a gray haze.
It is a day for mellow, minor-key music.
The house is quiet – broken only occasionally by my cat dashing past my feet in a bid to play for a bit.
Work calls in a jumble of words and numbers that need to make sense to everyone though they will only be seen by few and then filed away.
I await the sun’s return tomorrow.