Winter...and living is like Seattle

I sit blogging silently, gazing out the window at grey clouds hanging like a dirty curtain over a grey street in a grey neighborhood stealing itself back from dilapidation, and I am stir-crazy. Winter here in my childhood was much brighter, or perhaps it was my youth and optimism that brightened my skies. All I know is that I hate it now. I long these days for a sunnier part of the state. The dark wet forest creeps into my mood.
Loneliness and boredom are the hobgoblins of depression. Insidiously, they slip in behind open doors and warm feelings and spread their feelers looking for a day like today....a dark day when motivation is lacking, sleep is impossible, and hope is a dull ache in the back of the head.
Between jobs I am trying to write music I do not consciously know how to write and find words to express my fears, joys, flaws...tell better stories than the ones I've heard.
But there is nothing new under the sun, and I can't see it anyway.