Grey Skies
I know that everyone loves blue skies and warm days; I've heard it said that in places like Seattle where it's rainy and grey all day long there is a higher instance of depression. I don't know what it is, but for some reason I don't really care for blue skies. Maybe it's because I'm always indoors and a blue sky just seems to rub that in because now I'm actually missing something. I fully realized this the other day as I was walking around the academy. It was a cool day and with grey misty skies. When you take the time to look around, the academy is quite a pretty place on the outside with the brick buildings and well maintained lawns and trees. Other people may consider those grey skies with the mist coming down depress, but to me days don't get much more beautiful than that.
Maybe it has something to do with my obsession with the depressing. I love sad movies like Ladder 49. My favorite scene from We Were Soliders is that one where the Colonol's wife finds the stack of telegrams on her porch because to me, that is the most touching part of the movie.
Maybe it has something to do with my obsession with the depressing. I love sad movies like Ladder 49. My favorite scene from We Were Soliders is that one where the Colonol's wife finds the stack of telegrams on her porch because to me, that is the most touching part of the movie.