This persistent gray would be more enjoyable if I had some appropriately moody streets available for long walks. This place is entirely too suburban and bucolic with its ranch houses and soggy fields and dripping woodlands. Gray days and wet pavements demand old brick walls and flashing neon signs, and maybe a streetcar track and the smell of ozone as the trolley crackles along the overhead wires. A bit of diesel exhaust and the smell of popcorn spilling from a movie theatre with blinking marquee would not be out of place, either. Hmmm. I think I'll go see if any of the movie channels on television are running some old piece of film noir.