when grey and blue are mornings

it is such a cold and grey sunday, makes me dip deep.  when i do, somehow, i feel blue.

sometimes, i feel like all my glasses tend to be half-empty, i.e., when i tend to be more eeyore than pooh.

sometimes, i tend to be the last to spot the silver lining, when the clouds descend upon me, and not of my own choosing.

sometimes, i just seem unable to escape, however hard i try to reframe.

maybe, it comes from running a little too hard for a little too long.  or from small discouragements that add up to one big gloom.

and on a morning like this, i wake up and grope and hope for the usual hopefulness that dances around me, but just isn't there this morn.