The misty air and darkly marbled sky today made a good backdrop for the tangled bare twigs of the trees. Reliable winter gloom has returned, and cheers me no end. However much the crows may protest, I enjoy the grey and bleak days of winter. I wonder if that says anything about my temperament? Whether it does or not, and though a few days hinting of spring are a nice addition to February, too much sunshine this time of year leaves me feeling as though I had missed something. I want all the grey days due me each winter. What light can equal the purple twilight of an overcast February sunset? What rind of waxing moon is more stunning than the one I saw tonight, sliding into view through a gap in a mass of perfect clouds?