Today was grey again - its been 50 shades of freezing cold, sleety grey all week.
This afternoon we attended a wake to celebrate the life of a colleague who died suddenly last week - a vibrant, active, healthy, intelligent lady who died far too young.
The stories of war-time atrocities, of terrorism, of disease and famine are everywhere I turn.
My head is fuzzy - full of winter cold and tiredness.
Colours - a whole rainbow in fact - in the form of photos from Burano has been my antidote to the enveloping greyness.
Burano is a 30 minute vaporetto ride across the lagoon in Venice.
An island famous for lace making. And rainbow-hued fishermen's houses.
The variety of paint colours is said to be so the fishermen could easily identify their own houses as they returned home. Apparently the colours are allocated by the government so that no neighbours share colours.
I love their commitment to their rainbow houses. To the choice of whimsy and joy.
Surely we all need a little more joy in our lives.
Canary yellow, kermit green, lipstick pink....which would you choose?