Windy and Gray
Sitting here alone at home, on a cold, gray, stormy afternoon. Wind howling through the trees outside my eighth-floor balcony.
Yes, it’s Valentine’s Day. Yes, I’m sitting home alone, working on the computer. Yes, single, lonely people have a hard time of it already, but they gotta go and make up a special holiday just to rub it in.
Oh, well. First Valentine’s Day in a long time that I haven’t been out with someone. Years, I think.
Change is always good. Besides, I’ve always believed that one should live their life as if every day was Valentine’s Day.
Which is why I’m bitter and depressed 365 days a year.
