Grey is Good Too.

Nature's beauty isn't only about yellow sunrises and orange sunsets, it's also about grey ashen mornings like this.

As I look out of my window a pallid mist is draped over the houses like a heavy lace shawl around a small woman's shoulders.
It's quite lovely.
And because I'm so impressed with it, I'm going to sit here like a woman in the early stages of dementia, and admire it.

After that, Sunday can begin.