2.60/365: like the weather

The weather is killing me. I can almost feel the gray cloud following me. It’s called Seasonal Affective Disorder (to add to my other disorders).

10,000 Maniacs put it best, “The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey. 
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again. 
With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. 
A quiver in my lips as if I might cry.”