beach house blues
Man it's been gray around here lately. I know, you've heard me whine, "I hate the constant sun", "somedays it makes me feel like punching the cheery blue sky in it.s white fluffy clouds" " I like moody weather, it suits me."
How quickly I've forgotten the actual mood altering power of a socked in gray day that seems to go into infinity. My head aches, softly in that area right behind the eye sockets. I'm tired, and would rather crawl back into bed and channel surf than do something productive. blah. Gray May, blah beach days.
now excuse me while I go for a run on the beach....because I can. gratitude. in the end it's what gets you through it all.