The weather is dismal, but unremarkable.  There is no particularly striking shades of grey in the stormy sky, nor are there gale-force winds or other oddities.  It just is.

My entire life feels “just is” in many areas.

I’ve been in a rut far too long.  Perhaps that’s why this song has been calling me for the last few weeks, Brian Molko’s voice persistently droning in my ears during my sleeping and waking hours.  Maybe my subconscious is trying to give me the final push to do what I need to do:

“Hold your breath and count to ten/Fall apart and start again…“

Day 168:  English Summer Rain – Placebo