Gracie and I went for an early evening stroll today, a very grey day.
The rain was a mere mist, creating just a hint of condensation on my hair,
on the tree branches, on the blades of grass.
Unlike some, I revel in a day like today.
Grey days make everything better.
The bits of colour shooting out of winter's remnants seem even more full of life.
The birds flit through the trees, trilling their happiness.
It's quieter on the grey days; less people to trample on the silence.
I realized that I may just be living in the wrong part of this country;
the West beckons my inner rainy day girl - where the rain outlasts the sun.
I smiled a lot out in the misty rain today.
I saw a dozen different types of birds today.
I listened to the raindrops drip-drip-dripping today.
I watched my dog run freely in the rain today.
I heard my own thoughts in the quiet today.
with abundant joy,