Funny thing is, I didn't find much.
The sky was flat and gray all day. Cold drizzle from morning chores to evening chores. Gray mud. Gray-wooled sheep. Grayish potatoes on the supper plate. My only clean shirt this morning was gray-brown.
I think it's about perspective. And I think mine needs to change. But I don't know how to do that.
I washed laundry. Tomorrow I will wear a red sweater.
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