As I left mass this morning, I was taken with the sky. Yes, it was grey (and yes, it was raining) but there was a brightness to it that struck me in a new way. As my transition to the northwest continues, I do not tire of the rain and see beauty around me in ways which the natives do not. This morning I was struck with the neutrality of the sky and I am a big fan of neutrals. The clouds come and go and with their movement, the color palette changes. As the white clouds come in, the sky brightens and with the darker ones, it simply deepens the tones. I have never been a lover of grey or attracted to it in any way. But as I move through my first winter, the challenge for me is the absence of light. These grey skies bring light in ways that the blue skies of California do not. They are broad and expansive and ever changing. They encompass the land from east to west across the entire horizon. As your eyes move about, you realize that there is so much to discover within the grey.
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