There is nothing like a good change in the weather and pure exhaustion to give oneself the feeling of pure joy. When the sky turns grey and the clouds slowly roll above you whispering to eachother, you just can't help feeling life will somehow always be complete. It's beautiful, it really is. I feel sorry for those that can't stand it, I don't know how they live. But a lot of people don't think the way I do on a lot of things, and that is just how things go. Give me beautiful silver, cold, misty days and I will be happy. Throw in a little bit of accomplishment, exhaustion and soreness and I will be thrilled.