A nice gift
I’ve always liked these dark cloudy days. Not that I don’t love the idyllic golden sunshine and bright happy colors and that burst of life they seem to bring, but I suppose as a quiet soul, this soothing blanket of gray has a special appeal. It feels like it’s made for deep breaths and contemplation. Solitude feels more natural and never lonely. The difficult things don’t feel so discordant, and all the shades of sadness take on that lovely hue that reminds me living is beautiful even when it’s not. I overdid it on my leg yesterday so I won’t be going for a walk today, but I know if I did, the lush greens would fairly glow against that neutral palette, the sound of my own footsteps would feel like intimate company. Instead I’m here, in the soft warm light of a lamp, soaking up the glorious exhale of a dark gray day. The only way to do this gift wrong is to fail to open it. It’s a good day.
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