There's a certain feeling you have on a cold cloudy rainy day. Even when you're in a room with no windows you feel it. The light is different. The air feels different. Somehow you know the sky above you is dreary, and you can feel it's emotion in your soul. Perhaps this is some mystical connection we have with the planet. Perhaps this is just the instinct that makes us know rain is coming so we can prepare for it as our minds interpret changes in atmospheric perssure and temperature, and certain effects of the light.
As bees start gobbling up honey in their hives to save it from the fire when they smell smoke, when we feel the rainy day on it's way, we curl up under a blanket, put on a pot of tea and maybe have a fire or get together and read books or play games to weather the glomminess.
It is such a day here today. the light feels somehow dimmer, the temperature slightly cooler, I'm tired, and I'd rather be relaxing with friends playing a board game or curled up at home with a book. The natural light seems nearly completely gone as just the electric lights are illuminating me. Worse, I'm out of tea, so my teapot isn't doing much good for me.
I looked out the window and the sky is shining, the weather is clear, and I remember that this is all just what life is like in a grey, windowless cubicle.
Why don't we all play board games anymore?! I don't think we have since Al left. UN-acceptable. You and K must plan something soon!
Well.. we are playing Sorry right now - a great thrift store purchase - another vacuum sealed unused game for a dollar.
We were also talking about having everyone over a lot this fall/winter.
It's been hard to plan because some people aren't in town a lot, and get annoyed if we have a game party with key lime pie without them.
So before the excellent twist in your narrative, all I could think was: "Jon would kill himself after 1 week in Seattle!"
I wanted to laugh out loud, but then I remembered that I myself am currently in such a cubicle, so I kept it to myself lest others wonder what my secret is.
Hey, let's play a boardgame when I get back! I have not done that since I left. I have been playing card games, but not board games!
I understand what you mean about the grey. I'm in Poland! The coal smoke has already stated. The smell, the fog, the way it makes your eyes water. . . wait, that's my cooking! See you soon!
It's been hard to plan because some people aren't in town a lot, and get annoyed if we have a game party with key lime pie without them.
BWA HA HA HA HA
@Alice: for sure!