Back to the Grind

There really is something slightly melancholy about the four o'clock hour in the winter.

It's the way the light's slanting and filtering through the grey.

It's the way you can feel the chill coming back into the air after the sun from the afternoon.

Or maybe it's the solitary drive back home, listening to sad love songs after dropping one of your best friends off at the airport, not knowing when you'll see her again.

Da-now-now-now. I got the blues.