Noneday

Just when you'd started to believe in the power of spring to colour the landscape with overzealous vibrance, you're reminded just how stupid you are with your fanciful wishes. The weather which was just momentarily sunlit orange is now restored to a ghostly kiss of grey cold and incessant rains. Ah! Rains. 

There isn't a spring thaw in sight. This week promises to stay wet, cold and cheerless. Black skies, bleak horizons and irritated souls by the power of grayskull. 

The pallid aura of this season is rather suicide friendly, and the insides of your house rather resemble an anal cavity of a dead cave.

Middle of the afternoon and it feels like dawn forgot to break ( great name for a band) and all you can do is switch on every which light to feel there's a bit of sunshine in this dreary existence.