That’s my color.
I am tired of the gray, tired of the white. 
 Tired of salt, tired of dirty, slushy snow.
I feel blue.  
I keep trying to fight it and it keeps creeping back.  
Hubby is gone 5 nights a week,
it get’s dark at 4:30… 
I need to play in the dirt, feel the heat on my back as I pull weeds, pluck a berry from the vine and smell summer rain in the air.  
This just isn’t right.
Startin’ to feel like a prison.  
Gonna take all my clothes off and run down the street naked as a Jay Bird that one weird 65 degree day we always get in February.
But don’t tempt me.