We had a recent burst of sunshine in NY, for about 4 days straight (!) and it was breaktaking. I like gray weather much more than I used to, but even I get tired of the dimensionless blahs of a bleak landscape. I love when sunlight pours over everything - when I have to squint to see out from under my dark eyelashes, when the sun warms me, when sharp shadows delineate every curve and angle, when the disappearing sun turns the sky riotous blues and teals and aquas:
The gray returned yesterday, erasing portions of the bright sky, patch by patch. And now we're back to milky whiteness again, rain, chill in the air, sighs. Oh well. At least I can tell, by the frenzied return of the robins to the park, and the sooty buds peeping out from the wet earth, that all this winter is almost over...
And when the gray sky gets me down, I'll just eat some chocolate:
What about you guys? Is winter beating a hasty retreat where you are? I hope so. :)