Where the garden used to be

I'm feeling mighty claustrophobic these days. I think it's been at least two weeks since there has been sun. These are the grey days, that melt into night. It presses down upon us with a consistency that cannot be matched by any other lighting here.
I have a friend whom I walk with in the metro park, she suggested last year that we try and embrace the winter, spend time outside; because, when your looking at it through a window, or just going from one place to another, it becomes the enemy. I don't mind the snow or the cold, I cannot abide the lack of sky.