The Season Of Gray



We’re in my least-favorite season: the season of gray. The glories of fall are over, but winter hasn’t started yet. All the color seems to have washed away. When I take a walk now, this is what I see:


The field of wildflowers and butterflies is now just a collection of dead stalks and dried leaves.



The trees are bare, falling down, decaying.



Above the edge of the roof-lines, the sky has lost every hint of color.

It’s like watching the world in grayscale¬†instead of color. My mind feels as dull as the clouds outside. Do animals feel the same way? If they do, no wonder so many of them hibernate. Maybe I could crawl into a little den somewhere, and sleep until spring…



Author: alwaysreading2014

I'm just a person with an intense love for reading!

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