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my day filled with gray

my day filled with gray

Not all will share my opinion, but I find rainy days to be peaceful.  It makes me want to roast everything in sight, fix an extra cup of coffee and curl up in front of the fire with one of my latest magazine fixes.  Maybe this comes from living in clean, green Oregon.  Mind you, this only applies to the west side of the mountains.

I now find myself on the opposite side of the Cascade range…it is much drier here; bragging a whopping 300 plus days of sunshine a year.  I do like sunshine.  I don’t like to be cold and I do love to spend as much time as possible outside.  Those disclaimers put out there, I get all misty for gray, cloud-infused days.

I remember living in southern Nevada where the color of the sky seemed to be continually blue, and saying “won’t there ever be even a small puffy cloud floating by?”  Say that to a Portlander in the middle of February and they just might knock you down into a mud puddle. 

But really, clouds have such personality.  Don’t you remember lying on your back as a kid and watching the clouds?  How many different things did you see?  In fact, just the other night we saw an alligator in the fiery sunset.  It only takes a little imagination to transform pillowy puffs into a circus of characters.


Hello my friend
my day filled with gray

Above, the heather sky obscures the turquoise sphere
dusky dove baubles float heavenward, then drip to the ground

Misty and liquid, cloud burst releases the gray
falling, tumbling, cleaning dirt

Some would wish you gone; me too … sometimes

There’s gentleness in your iron presence
drawing quiet introspection 



A gratuity from my gray filled day...


Missy


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  1. Wildlife Art by SylJune 2, 2015 at 8:46 PM

    Interesting..I love sunshine..or snow..Love Mom..

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    1. Missy AJune 3, 2015 at 12:24 PM

      Everyone seems to have a different perspective. I've gotten some interesting points of view on a writing site that I posted this. One in particular was "open a window." I liked that thought.

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  2. sewsavyJune 3, 2015 at 6:32 AM

    I'm with you Missy, Love the clouds and the rain. Even the puffy clouds with the sun and wind whipping them around. I love anything but the 90+ degrees we will be getting this week. I may wish I were in Australia for our summer and their winter. We have the best clouds ever. Give me a gray day anytime. That's why I love it here.
    We fair skinned ladies must shy away from the sun. I'm going out now. It's cloudy. :)

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    1. Missy AJune 3, 2015 at 12:25 PM

      Marlene, you are funny..."I'm going out now. It's cloudy." It's almost like a vampire who only goes out at night. We have broken clouds today, but it is supposed to be dry and warming back up. The coolness has been good for my fledgling garden.

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