Categorizing Things is Overrated

Brisk

We walked Jack to the library to select some books, and try to perk up this dreary winter day.  Winter presses hard in on us, even this far south.  The sky is low and gray, the air chill.  Dead and discarded Christmas trees litter the curb.  I put Christmas away this evening.  We didn’t get the job.

I’m glad it isn’t perky springtime.  Bleak suits the mood.

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