Today, I stand in a cloud. The sun is still shining, but I cannot see her rays. Opaque clouds darken the sky and I do not mind one bit because I have faith in the sun.
I am enchanted by the beauty of this cloudy day. The shades of gray. The stark branches, glorious in their nudity. The trees grasping red and orange, striking in their brightness.
Withered leaves crunch beneath my feet. The air is crisp and cold and quiet. Birds sing clearly and church bells chime, the air remains still. The clouds are heavy, but I can walk through them.
I think, I am thankful to be alive on this day. In the quiet. In the stillness. In the gray.
Why do we find sadness in the rain, in the clouds? Tomorrow, the cloud will become water and the next day I will drink the water. The water will clean my feet and feed the earth.
Gray is not the color of melancholy, gray is the color of life. Of beauty and of wisdom. Gray skies and gray hairs and gray oceans. Out of grayness, comes the rainbow.