Kind of Morning That Lasts All Afternoon

Whenever I listen to John Mayer's song, "Why Georgia," I feel like I know what he means when he sings, "kind of morning that lasts all afternoon, just stuck inside the gloom." The whole of today has been one of those mornings. The sun hid out while rain drizzled and the temperature outside could not provide relief from the cold of the basement. Even the living room moans the weather, remaining stubbornly unlit despite the hour of day.