Fighting Gloom

It’s so dreary today, grey and heavy, cold without being crisp, windy without being breezy.  I saw these roses at Sam’s and had to buy them, just to remind myself that such things exist.  I’m normally a big fan of winter, but today is just too dark even for me.  I have the flowers in a pewter pitcher on the dining room table.  I walk by them and just stop, bury my face in them, inhale, think of spring. .  .  And last night, I dreamed about cycling.  This is really bad–way too early for cycling dreams!