Gray. Rain. A university campus full of people, yet empty. Only one person is here: Me. I sit, thinking, wondering, imagining what it might be like to be someone else. Not just anyone though. Someone a lot like me, except with more aquantance-type friends. It wouldn't be that great. But it would be less lonely. Lonliness is helplessness. No one to reach out to, no one to tell all the things you want to tell someone just to have told someone, and worse, not much to tell, just vague, undirected sorts of things. Like this. It's not so bad though, you have lots of time to spend thinking, listening, to music, reading, and of course, writing. As if writing is a substitute for life. Maybe it is. But not really. It's easier though. Too easy. Life is often hard, and not always rewarding, but that's Life, in all it's glory.

I like the gray and the rain though, they're almost cheery in a way. They are certainly better than snow and cold and wind, and all that goes with winter in Minnesota. That's probably why I like the gray and the rain: They remind me of Spring, even though it's January, and only the middle of the month at that. Considering my life, today's gray rain is a welcome thing. It seems silly to like gray, and rain, but today, I do.

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