When I look out of the window this time of the year, I am often reminded of the classic 60s song A Hazy Shade of Winter by Simon and Garfunkel. In my region of North America, December frequently brings dreary, damp and chilly weather that’s more conducive to hunkering down with a good book than venturing outside.
Time, time time, see what’s become of meWhile I looked around for my possibilities
I was so hard to pleaseDon’t look aroundThe leaves are brownAnd the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army bandDown by the riverside’s, there’s bound to be a better rideThan what you’ve got planned
Carry your cup in your handAnd look aroundLeaves are brown, nowAnd the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hang on to your hopes, my friendThat’s an easy thing to sayBut if your hopes should pass awaySimply pretend that you can build them againLook aroundThe grass is highThe fields are ripeIt’s the springtime of my life
Seasons change with the sceneryWeaving time in a tapestryWon’t you stop and remember meAt any convenient time?Funny how my memory skips while looking over manuscriptsOf unpublished rhymeDrinking my vodka and limeI look aroundLeaves are brown, nowAnd the sky is a hazy shade of winterLook aroundLeaves are brownThere’s a patch of snow on the groundLook aroundLeaves are brownThere’s a patch of snow on the groundLook aroundLeaves are brownThere’s a patch of snow on the ground
Travel Between The Pages 
I’m singing along now.