Am I weird for loving winter days like this? Days where the entire world is washed in a dim grey light.
It was glorious today. You couldn't distinguish the sky from the earth, and the only contrast was the slightly darker grey of the frost-clad trees sillhouetted against snow-laden clouds. The occasional brush stroke of dusty green from snow-tipped conifers provided the subtlest of contrasts.
Even the cars were grey, covered as they were in two days of slush. The world seems so delicate on days like this.
I feel strangely comforted living in a calm grey world. It make me wonder if I am autistic.
But of course on a calm grey-tinted day, you do need a song with hand claps and tambourines.