I love grey skies. I celebrate the melancholy of them.
I know that many may count this a fault.
How can you love something so depressing?
How do you not feel blue at the sight of so much grey? I am asked.
So I respond.
I love grey skies. I celebrate the melancholy of them.
I know that many may count this a fault.
How can you love something so depressing?
How do you not feel blue at the sight of so much grey? I am asked.
So I respond.