Weather Mood (2)

I don't remember two consecutive days of sun. Silver is the color now. Rain is the sound. The sun is a caution sign and the moon has gone fishing. Every now and then, cloud pink, but mostly sky silver, which often fades to gray, and an understanding that I am settling into a new and fundamental slow—a different slow from the past many months, a more self-reflective one.

An even more self-reflective one.

(You were thinking it; I'll say it.)

What do the weather, the politics, the economy make of