Gray is a Vague Grey

January 31, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

O/ What's new?

How'd yesterday do?

Meet your expectations?

Exceed them?

Either way, it's a new day.

Let's go, on with the show.

The world is fast, slow, moderate;

It's your view.

Hot, cold, temperate, considerate;

Consider it.

The experience of time is subjective.

Slow words so far today.

Loop the lines, sunshine times.

Pale dark sunrise so far.

Winter can be so cold with its light.

Most years I take the seasons as they come. This year I look forward to Spring.

Let's get the growing going, time to get your green light glowing.

Gray on the traffic lights today.

Best treat it as a red, a yellow at least.

Gray is a vague grey, doesn't even know how to spell itself.

Perhaps its definition that slows the words this morning.

Perhaps perhaps is the sky's grey.

What to do with the day? How to dress?

Umbrella, parka, no coat sunshine,
Muck boots, flip-flops, around the house socks time?

Melancholy is for the birds; it's why ravens sing never-more,
But why be stuck in a depression when you can always-soar?

Slow words so far, slow song.

So we dance, we fly the rhythm of the day.

¡Olé!

Watch your step, not your feet.

Look up.

The sky is there with your hopes, you dreams, your destination home.

Take care and have your better day.