Somehow, grey and brown do not inspire. And cruel winter refuses to grant us much snow, promiscuously squandering it elsewhere. So we march through the long days of February without a glimmer of the glowing blanket of white to alleviate the eyes. Grey and brown accumulate. Cold forces us inside. Only the rare moment gives in to color. And one night a few, teasing flakes that whirled away, laughing. Grey and brown do not inspire much more than fatigue. Must be a bad case of February. Shortest days but longest month.
First picture: today’s clouds; second picture: sunset last week; third picture: snowflakes on the car window.