shades of grey

back in europe again.

a pale grey light is flowing in through my window. outside, the grey dickensian rows of houses tower over the dark grey cobblestone street, lined with grey, skeletal trees on the branches of which the odd grey birds are huddling. above it all, a leaden grey sky hangs low over the city. its inhabitants seem to want to blend into the greyness, wearing grey overcoats and sporting ashen faces.

the cafe is an oasis of light and warmth, the glass of shiraz a welcome spot of colour.