Tuesday, February 26, 2008
It rained all day long here, and it was cold, and there are no leaves on the trees, so it was quite an ugly day, unlike those rainy days in the fall, those times when the leaves seem to glow as vividly as traffic lights against the surrounding grayness. Today, the only thing that glowed was--the traffic lights. This is why I'd like to just stay in bed and dream of lovely scenes. Beautiful pathways, lit romantically with pretty white lights that reflect the colorful leaves surrounding them. This is happiness, or rather The Anticipation of Happiness, by Leonid Afremov. Isn't it lovely? Afremov was born in Vitebsk, Belarus, which happens to be the same place Marc Chagall was born.
All this dreary rain has made me sleepy. It can't be that I'm trying to give up coffee. It's the rain, trust me. It's so gloomy that a sunny day is hard to imagine. Let's all just pull up the covers for about three more weeks...