I love color. But, some days, certain amounts of grey feel good because of the way it counteracts the overdoses of excitement that I sometimes swallow.
This morning the sky is thick and heavy with clouds. It makes wolfie sleepy, and me too. The dark grey-green shadows of the living room pull me towards the couch for a mid-morning nap where my old black cat lets loose a rumbling purr in his pleasure to curl up next to me.
The house is quiet. I am quiet. The sky is still.
Today, grey offers me all that I need.