The Melancholy of Monochrome
Time away does not necessarily equate to time productively expended. Words have been tacked up less than frequently of late leading one to believe that I may have used that energy in a more useful manner.
This is not the case.
The allure of winter wonder has all but faded. The varying degrees of contrasting shades of white and gray have grown monotonous. Sky gives way to barren landscapes. The lines are blurred. They are all vying for the same colors and the palate is as monochrome as it is cold.
