in_a_grey_light ever dumbening The continuous rain has become a bit tiresome this week. I love the rain, the clean air it brings, the renewal. I often go for walks along creeks or just around town in the rain. But this unbroken smudge sky is fraying. So I look for an anchor, and I've found this. Not the anticipation of the next sun, but this. When the sun is out, everything sparkles: the collaborations of paint companies and car manufacturers, the windows of houses, the business signage, the sharp lines and curves of young women and men selling whatever the world will buy. When the sun is behind the massive cold slate, though, the colors of earth reassert themselves, without distraction, without competition. The frame matters. If it's postcard that you want, then the autumn tones will do just fine against the bluebird sky. But to feel the shock of the maple's red, the sumac's orange, the gingko's yellow, deep down at your very core, only the granite sky will do. The earth's triumph over itself, even as it's letting go, exhaling, is best seen in a grey light. When fighting_bad_moods_and_bad_days it's good not to forget to pay attention to the bougainvillea of mind—there might be more there than previously noticed. 031206 ... BonTon umm..WOW 040901 ... uow . 040901 what's it to you? who go blather from