I love a wonderful gray, cosy, thought-provoking rainy day. And I always have. And in my home state of Maine, we have winters that can range from those gray days to bright blue sky days.
But here in Paris, it seems almost every winter day is just gray and I've been surprised to find that it really effects my spirit. It's not the dark I mind, really, it's the heavy, died gray of the sky. So, I find myself so happy when I see the sun pouring in the windows, like today, and a bit worried when I hear a friend saying that the weather is supposed to turn gray and rainy again for the following days. Wishing for the light. And I don't think Albert minds when it's sunny either!
How do you do with the change in seasons?