Gloomy

It was a chill and gloomy day in England today and as I huddled in my dreary flat, watching the rain and drizzle weep from the dull gray clouds, I read Frankenstein. I was about one third of the way through when I found myself caught up in the rush of the story today. I finished the rest of it just now as it nears evening. The short stories of Henry James await me tonight.