today is a gray day. the skies, the snow and slush and concrete and asphault. i walk home along a path, a straight path, lined with tall naked trees. it was kinda rainysnowy today, and the rain and/or melted snow had sort of pooled on the concrete path. it looks like you're walking on water, on reflective pools, on the sky. i can see the twisting and forking branches of the trees above me cutting their stark black silhouette out of the slightly marbled grayness of a cloudy winter sky. under my feet. as i walk home, upside down, and right side up. i have tried, too. i choke.