It should be raining. A melodramatic fool this may make me, but the lack of heavy moisture driving others inside, off the roads and byways of the city, is as depressing to me as the rain's presence is to most of those others being driven indoors. The brighter, sun-filled days that came later in the past week were almost painful, though that's likely my ocular orbs being so used to winter's more sombre and subdued palate.
And winter; what a bad joke the season is around this part of the world. Entire months that one would assume to be snow and frustration filled, but only the frustration joins this island.
Maybe that is what winter is designed for; to frustrate, regardless of reason, being snow, Christmas, or the damned in-laws.