Some days, I just feel a little bit sad. I can't help it, and I don't always understand it. It creeps over me in a wistful haze and I can never pinpoint what exactly has caused me to feel so melancholy. So I drink tea and eat toast with butter on it and page through my favorite books and spend the day quietly. And even though feeling a bit down for no reason can be complicated, I love it. It's part of me and I have found that black, white, and grey are actually some of life's lovelier colors.