A picture from the train on my way back to New York last week. It's a dreary morning, but fortunately not that dreary.
"Dreary" is one of those very useful words where sound and meaning are a perfect match. It always makes me think of Tennyson:
|She only said, 'The day is dreary,|
|He cometh not,' she said|
|She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,|
| I would |