This is the current view outside of my window, a true testament to June gloom.
I said to my father, I don’t know how people stand this. And I’m always told that I have no appreication for summer because I don’t suffer through months of horrible weather.
He says to me, that’s like saying I hit myself repeatedly with a hammer because it feels good when I stop. Why hit yourself with a hammer in the first place?
Happy June Gloom.