Misty, from sunrise to sunset.  One color of gray blankets the day; and stillness.  One constant temperature, and no changes in the wind.  The aire is moist, but not enough to penetrate the dry heat which radiates my skin from deep within.

Time stands still and I blaze through this day like the sun, noticing not whether time ever existed today or at all.  This is my favorite kind of day.

These are the kinds of days you find yourself in on moors, or in Bolinas, Caliornia.

Today in Ashland, Oregon – it thought of being that kind of day, for a moment.  However, I can still tell what time it is by the light in the sky despite the overcast and I can see the mountains across the valley, giving away too much perspective.  I may have to remove a layer of clothing in 5 minutes, just to put it back on in 30.

This morning was glorious as the sun warmed the fields that we were weeding, which have been under frost and rain for far too long this spring.  And the sun-kissed and wild, flowery grass lawn proved a great place to debate the details of business transactions.  For now it is windy, warm, cool, gray, green, steel blue… and busy with birds, dandelions and gardeners anticipating another rain shower.

 

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