Everyone is wishing for the promised snow.
The hope was that - by now - the ground would be blanketed.
I too - am tiring of the colorless grey.
But today - I'm grateful for these browns.
What it is they were looking at - I have no clue.
I'm just thankful that I just so happened to be here.
In this now. On this day.
In these many shades of endless grey.
Before the whites and blacks and winter blues.
Before we find ourselves knee deep in it.