Grey days

a jack russell with longing eyes is peaking out from under the table
waiting for spring

It’s like the world is standing still, somewhere in the end of a long winter, and the days pretty much look and feel the same. There is no sun in sight. Much of the snow has melted, and what’s left is almost as grey as the asphalt, and icy. People I know keep showing up with fractured arms and wrists in supporting slings. I better not be next.

I know that I’m slightly depressed and that everything is as fine as usual, but I can’t help feeling down.

 

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