Dampness like a
blanket on
everything out
there. In heresilence.
Dizzle is the operative word. Grey skies, the land hunkered down. We retreat within ourselves as the days go shorter and the nights grow longer.
At least I do. Am I not like the rest of them?
"Dizzle"? A dizzy drizzle?
Posted by: dave | October 19, 2007 at 01:51 PM
With the exception of our Lab mix, Sheba, who dutifully sleeps a great deal of the time, but who, on learning that she is going outside no matter what the weather, becomes a 6-month old gamboling puppy threatening to break her spine in paroxysms of joyful tail-wagging. To be outside is to be in heaven--the short days be damned.
Posted by: poor_mad_peter | October 20, 2007 at 07:15 AM
Heh, Dave, that would be "drizzle" or "my stupid fingers...."
Posted by: Tom Montag | October 20, 2007 at 08:22 AM
Never like the dogs, for whom every day is a joyous adventure....
Posted by: Tom Montag | October 20, 2007 at 08:24 AM
I sure love
dampness
greyness, coolness.
And the darkness that comes from shorter days, too.
All are comforting and cozy.
Their opposite is long days of hot, cloudless sun neccesitating shelter seeking.
Grey, cool, short days are cozy.
Posted by: Evan | October 20, 2007 at 09:50 AM
Well, Evan, that's the other side of it, isn't it, and that's why the world goes round. I'll try to send some of our grey days off your way before this is over....
Posted by: Tom Montag | October 23, 2007 at 07:44 PM