A few nights ago, twilight brought a moment of crystalline clarity. The yard turned a warm, monochrome blue. Today, an odd midday fog washed everything blue again, but it was a cheerless, grainy blue. Dandelions folded, tree limbs drooped, and the only creatures that stirred were a pair of restless seagulls over a nearby pond. Both scenes reflected my mood, eerily accurate manifestations of changing emotional weather. How’s the weather, where you are?