The Olympic Mountains are blanketed with grey this morning.
Swirling clouds cling to treetops like dull cotton.
Fridays should not be grey and gloomy.
Sunshine should stream through the windows.
Birds should be singing songs.
Windows should be opened.
Hope should bloom.
Today is grey.
Grey like milked tea
Grey promises a green Spring.
A Spring filled with budding trees.
Future colors to fill my early mornings.
Not today though, today is grey and cold.
The roads glisten with rain and summer still waits.