Perhaps it is because I was born in February or perhaps it is that grey skies, colder weather and leaves scattered every where, that winter days just touch my soul. Today it looks like snow although the temperature is not that low, yet it is forecast. That further prompts the soul to feel cozy and the mind seeking to create.
It is these kind of days that are ideal to cook soup. To build a roaring fire in the fireplace. To curl up with a good book next to one of my sweet cats. It is days like this that pull me into the studio to write, to paint.
My birthday always came on a cold grey day and seldom brought a party with it. Rather it was a day for hot chocolate and a delicious cake. A present or two as well however mostly to cozy in for the day. Those feelings never really left even as an adult. I suppose some childhood feelings never do. So to me a grey day is a luxury to enjoy. A gift from the universe to savor and a day to explore the creative soul.
Grey days are like inward sunshine filled with warmth and peace.