Yikes. I turned most of the lights on in the house this morning, including the all powerful blue light box. I did have two nice rain days of zen, relax, going with the flow, but DAMN. A person can only relax so much.
However, most of the rain rain is gone, and what we have now is that lovely lovely soft mist. So, I don't even have the luxury of feeling cross about it. The mud gets my ire, not the mist.
It covered the bushes with fairy dust. Soft, soft light enfolded me. That is until a rather large red dog came clownishly crashing through the scene, knocking the fairy dust off the bushes and doing a graceful slide into the mud puddle I recently avoided.
I couldn't be cross with her either. She was so very happy that all that water was still there-in fact, it might have increased over night.
Even in the dark, there is light if you know where to look or how to make it yourself.