The skies here stay overcast this time of year,
sometimes for 10-12 days in a row. It’s a test.
We’re a week in now with only partial sun due
next Sunday and Monday, then full clouds
return. Just this morning, it struck me this hunger
is for color. It’s a visceral longing, deep and growling.
I pull a memory of summer gardens from my mind
and bathe in it, and it refreshes and restores me.
Turning from the dream, I find myself gazing
at the scene outside my window, saying to myself,
“Still, there is this.”