Gray is an envelope of mist, a blanket of both cold and warmth. One cloud. Droplets of nature’s sweat. When I am in gray, all my senses are overwhelmed with her caress.
Gray demands my attention. She shuts out the rest of the world. I feel her damp seep into my bones. I breath in the sweet moist scent of where she’s been. She carries sounds of distant shores with her, a call from others she has isolated.
No where am I more alone, more at rest than when Gray surrounds me. Gray is my quiet, my retreat. Intimate. Gray is peace.