What colour are you?

I am grey, the grey of a winter's day when it looks like it is going to rain, but it never does. The grey that hangs around and seems like it is going to last forever. I am lost in the greyness, the indecisiveness. Smothered by my own inability to just get up and do things, the things that I know I need to do. Eventually the clouds will break, they have to, they always do. Then I will be the blue of the spring sky, the endless possibilities, the infinite, boundless joy of new beginnings. The sweet smell of blossoms on the breeze, the cry of babies in all of nature's forms. The anticipation of what's yet to come, the tingle down the spine, the excitement of knowing that there are good things on their way.