Diary 333

Monday, February 15th

A gray day, another one, with dizzle and crumbling snow, and a sun that was surely up there somewhere, but was not seen. At such times it’s easy to miss the sparkling days of clear skies, blue as eternity, and sun glinting off every surface. Yet I like to think of such days as this as a reminder. Earth has many beauties, and offers them readily. One could say it provides beauty and gives it away. Our weakness is that we want to make beauty – our version of it – stay.