I never quite know - on any given day - what will be. What I might find. What I might not. Some days feel empty..where as others feel over-the-top.
Grey. One thousand shades of them - at least...or maybe even more than that.
The skies - a mottled combination of rain and dark thunder.
The water - the color of the deep ocean floor.
The path on which I walked - nothing but rocks and shadows.
I wondered if this color palette was a full one?....or was it nothing at all? In one way or another - it was all a blurr and mix of endless same...and yet - each and every shade so perfectly individual...so different.
I never quite know - on any given day. Which is why I no longer question. Should I? Shouldn't I? I just get myself up. I go.
And..somehow...some way - within this endless monotone - I got lucky. I found full color. My favorite whites had returned again...brightening and lightening the landscape.
Maybe - this time - they'll stay...