What shall we call this? This funky, mix-y vibe that the depths of winter often put us in? So dark and moody. 'Broody?' I like that.
"The room's air was broody and sullen, like the season's own, full of storm clouds." (Nicholas Proffitt)
Yes. That about sums it up.
Sorry there's no credit for 3 and 4. I started gathering before blogging and didn't think to credit.
Don't mess wid me today. I'm broody.