On my walk, this drizzly, murky day, I peered into the gray…there really are colors there! What colors? Just grayed-down versions of blue, green, and purple? No, there are also hints of gold and red too!
I saw in the hedgerow a shock of autumn colors…are they not lovely BECAUSE OF the gray surrounding them? Is life like this too?
Do the vibrant colors bleed into the gray, making even the murkiness sparkle?
Or is it the other way ’round…does the gray invade and dampen the brilliant color?
A case could be made for both…depending on the day.