This morning I woke up in grey. The rain was steady but hard. The hills outside lost in white.
I loved it -- the chance to escape. The chance to play peace. The chance to clearly see the blank page and the window the sheet. My heart the pen. It lasted all day.
And then, just before it set, the sun came out. It chased the clouds down low among us, mingling in the streets while our eyes were glued to the sky. That pink. The sweetest touch. To be still more often and to see the colors. What a new year resolution.