Place: my lounge
Poison: grapes
Favorite things: angora wool
The sky has been grey all day, allowing a dribble of rain to soak the earth slowly for its entirety.
I crocheted with some grey wool, whilst watching greys anatomy.
It’s a grey sort of day.
Somedays are just grey and it’s good to just surrender to its somber hues.
I think if we don’t admit to ourselves the color of the day, it will resurface in new ways.
The skill is not to stay in this place of questioning and deep thought.
Hoping for some blue skies to appear tomorrow and to allow fresh white clouds to wash across my landscape bringing a new sense of peace and hope in the future.
For tonight however I’m okay with the grey…
A
