The winter of San Francisco has set in and is freezing us all with these not-so-low lows and the pending doom looms over. It didn't actually rain; there were drops falling from the sky but never in large quantities. Drops of issues are showing the way that the heavens are going to open up and dump on us but not yet. For now we only get the crummy feeling that we can't quite run from.
Why is it that cold days represent bad moods and sunny days are happy? Why is it ironic to be sad on a golden day and happy when its gray? I want to dance through the fog and cry in the park-emotions aren't controlled by the scenery but we notice what we are feeling.
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