I know we need rain and all that, but it casts
a grey dreariness around town and is simply NOT a friend to a good suede shoe...
Not exact matches
I like to think I am the bright starburst against a sea of
grey in winter, cause I just can't help but burst forth in as much color as humanly possible to combat the cold
dreariness.
On those
greyest of gloomiest days, I look outside my kitchen window and see the dark, gnarled and sculptural bare limbs of a century old tree, and I am grateful for the beauty it provides amid the
dreariness and for the warm nest from which I admire it.