Time of the Concrete Sky
It's almost the middle of January. These are the days my brother-in-law named
Time of the Concrete Sky. Supposedly, it's a midwestern thing. I do admit I take better photographs when the sky is grey. This is the time of year where I usually escape to the music studio, break out the coconut tanning oil (the stuff I would fry in if I was out in the sun too long), put some of it on and listen to my meditation Caribbean CDs. However, with the re-discovery of ice skating, I'll almost be sad when spring takes over winter. Almost... I'll be ready to attack my yard by then.
Enjoy the rest of your Saturday. I need to finish a book so I can blog it!