I Woke Up In London...

It was quite damp when I awoke this morning. Not that I wanted to wake up. I would rather not have. If it were possible, I might still be asleep right now. But it's a very rare thing for me to be able to get all the sleep I would like.
When I went out to jog shortly after getting up, the world outside was gloomy and gray, full of garbage trucks, and cars that were carrying people in a hurry to get to work. At least until I arrived at the youth league football field, where the track I jog on is located, close to the river.
Jogging is a good time to think and contemplate life. Whether it's things going on, or yet to be. Either in my life, or just life in general.
But there's something about damp days that puts me off (an expression that means I don't like it, or don't feel right about it). It's an in between (between one thing and another, in the middle of) stage of the weather. It's not raining, and it's definitely far from sunny. It's gray, gloomy, and with a lot of moisture hanging in the air. It's not really cold, but it almost feels that way because of the dampness. I actually like rain. Well, a certain amount of it. But I can do without gloomy, gray and damp.
Anyway, as it turns out, I wasn't really in London when I woke up. It just felt like it. But I suppose that if I really decided I liked gloomy, gray, and damp, I could move there. Or even better, go for a weekend. That might be plenty.