Bogrick Grey Mane

It;s really nice here this morning for once.

I'm sitting with the window open, the lovely cool morning air wafting in with a cup of fresh coffee in my hands. What could be better

I'm so jealous

The mornings here are so bland and cold

You wake up to the sounds of cars rushing and the off color of brown snow covered with foot prints and dirt

when the sun does make it up the sky is still covered in clouds just to mix it with the ever falling frozen rain

You still manage to paint a lovely picture of it though with your words, even as gloomy as it sounds