It's a dull day. The silence is deafening, I miss the chirp of song birds. The leaves are brown and crackly, most have fallen. There's no sun rays, yet no cleansing rain drops either. The air is damp and unseasonably warm; reminds me of a musky basement or abandoned building you'd want to escape from.
The love filled season of Christmas has passed, the joyous, last chance celebration of a year never to come again has expired. The new year is upon us. Is this a deflated feeling of yet another year gone, a Monday morning trance? Perhaps it's the start of a year with many more happy days than sad. That's a good thing.
Today is dull, perhaps tomorrow will be bright and crisp.
