The gray has deepened, and the lace between has taken on a metallic sheen.
: Broad gray beams, laced with white, draw all eyes to the southwest, where, if weather reports are to be believed, a snow storm
I chipped a lot of old leaves and brush today, and noticed, when I stopped, that it was a little too quiet. The frogs have stopped singing.
1°C (33.8°F) Night left us a somber gray when dawn came upon us, pink as a baby’s blush – an inner heat confronting an outside cold, warming it with delight.