Monday Monday

Grey winter days can be comforting or dreary depending on a person’s internal barometer reading. Mine says comforting today. And the outlook for tomorrow is more of the same.

It’s 6.35am here and the local birdlife are awake and bustling. They seem impatient for dawn to wake up and I suspect the extra chirpiness is part of their plan to make that happen. Last time I looked dawn was pulling the covers back over her head, grey skies can make you feel that way.

They also make reading beneath the covers a necessary indulgence and let us enter our book worlds with far greater abandon than we normally would. Maybe the backdrop of a grey day is less of a distraction to us.

Have you ever noticed how much more adventuresome book characters seem in a grey day? So much more willing to go down dark alleys to rescue their mates or jump out of fast moving trains to get away from the baddies.

Grey days have it all over boring ones, they handle disgruntled work-a-day people with great aplomb, encouraging steamy mugs of coffee or hot chocolate to warm hands and hearts. They urge us to rug up in woollen scarves, gloves and fleecey coats and suggest we take the seat nearest the open fire.

I’m a great fan of grey days, if for no other reason than they’re so accomodating and gracious. Enjoy your day wherever you are, and if like mine, yours is grey, so much the better. Le ciel est gris, c’est magnifique!