Shades of endless grey.
Full of all things possible.
Void of any thing at all.
It changed so quickly.
Like all things.
One minute it's this. The next - it's not.
Where is the color? Where is the life?
I think about what it means to honor this day.
Is it just one day older than yesterday?
Or - is it one whole year?
How do I measure and weigh?
How do I mark time?
I love the vulnerability of the leafless trees.
I love the uncertainty of the evolving skies.
I love the wisdom of the geese as they fly.
I like to imagine I embody it all.
It's a good day. Isn't it?
The page turns.