Welcome Gray Morning
August 29, 2019
It is a gray morning.
The rain’s incessant splattering on the wooden deck
And the trees and camp roof and lake
Is the soundtrack for my wonderings
The background music for my noticing
Insistently bringing me back to the now.
People lament rainy days.
Especially on vacation.
I get it.
But something in me needs the
Occasional gray morning
With nothing to do
But sit in silence.
