Cold. Dark. Gloomy. Yesterday will brighten up the leaves that have lost their yellow cheerfulness as they darken for impending summer.
Summer? How about Spring?
The memory of snow leaves a trace of white on high mountains. Yesterday's frosting reminded us that in the Rockys we aren't the boss no matter how much we whinge about it.
Now the flag hangs limp under a lowering blanket. It's a beautiful day to stay inside.
I walk the halls, say hello to my new neighbor Rhonda, water the schefflera. They know my name. Right now they are begging for me to clean the dust off their leaflets.
Yes, it would be okay to sit by the closed window and watch the sunset. If there were one!
It's also been a cool day to boil 6 brown eggs... as in literally 'cool'. And two cheese omelettes! Turning on the stove can make my rooms heat up... but it never got warm today.
And it's a great day to write, enter a new contest, nuture myself.
If I'm smart I'll even soak in a tub this evening.
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