Days like this – nasty, brutish, awful – make me never want to move to LA.

Rather than exorcising my negativity entirely, this grayness exercises it – it brings those emotions to the surface, to my consciousness where they are obvious, naked and in perspective, and as such, immeasurably less harmful. Unable to burrow deep, they can be sloughed off like the deadness they are.

Hard to wake up, harder to get out of bed, coolness in the room being coolness in the air, I’m free to feel as dreary as necessary – maybe more than actually feel – and in so doing, some of that anxiety, that heretofore inexpressible sadness, finds resonance in something malleable, fickle — and significant.