A cold, gray day.

November 19.

A cold, gray day, once spitting snow. Water froze in tubs enough to bear last night. 

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, November 19, 1855

A cold, gray day. See November 18, 1852 ("These are cold, gray days.") See also November 22, 1851 ("The light of the setting sun, just emerged from a cloud and suddenly . . . [a]fter a cold gray day this cheering light almost warms us by its resemblance to fire.") and A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, November Days (now there is nothing but how bright the stars)

Water froze in tubs enough to bear last night. See November 6, 1854 (“It is suddenly cold. Pools frozen so as to bear.”); November 25, 1857 ("Pools under the north sides of hills are frozen pretty thick")