Grey overpowering green, rose lattices being filled with thorns, swans somersaulting into sadness.
If I could create a holiday, it would be called "Grey Daze" and everyone would be celebrating the beauty of watching winter by windows.
"I cannot wait for Grey Daze this year," small children with red noses would whisper to their mums while they sit together next to candlelit stone hearths.
It will pass, though.
Right through white waxy fingertips.
Sadness taken over by sadness.