Gray

As February stumbles into March overcast, sometime rain sometimes snow always a raw wind I am consumed by nothingness Adrift in the monotony, a book arrives my chapter p:107- 118. I worked so hard two years ago? It joins the others on my shelf. Godawful traffic late getting home to be met by your smile, our three year olds’ running embrace the dogs wet head and tales of kindergarten, elementary school and your own job trials. My scowl fades the bathroom faucet still drips washing a bit of gray down the drain.