Gray days...

Not every day can be full of sunshine, you know. Some days are just meant to be gray, like this May morning here on Wild Rose Drive. Gee, I remember summer mornings were always gray. We had swimming lessons at the city pool all summer (I was a beginner for a record four years in a row, scared out of my tiny mind of the water). The more advanced you were, the earlier lessons came. The sun never arrived before the beginner's classes at 11 AM. So, intermediate and swimmer's classes were always in the murk. Which was fine, if you never had to get out of the water, which, of course, you had to do, eventually. Then it was goosebump, shivery cold. Even in July. And when I got to lifesaving, at 7 AM, well, I froze my little fried-egg sized tits off. So a little fog in the morning is kind of sentimental for me, now. After all, it must be summer, school is out. And actually, it won't be here for another month. So, we will all just have to get over this gray morning thing. Well, yeah. Maybe tomorrow.