Gray

The grayness of the sky brings stillness and an overwhelming sense of joy to my senses. It sounds odd that gray could fill me, but it does. Utterly, elegantly, to overflow. Have I always taken refuge in gray? I don't believe that I have. But something has changed within me this year. Gray is no longer gray. Gray has moved beyond color, beyond words. The winter sky transports me to a place within my mind, body, and soul that I never wish to leave. January once brought sadness and signaled endings. Maybe death still exists for me in January, stored away in some hidden corner of my mind. For now I feel neither birth nor death, only wonder at the loveliness of gray.