Sunday, February 25, 2007


It is gray today, muted and soft, though thankfully not cold. I forget until this kind of day how much brilliance of color the sun offers.

This is a day for pulling books off shelves, fingering the pages for beloved passages, listening to Loreena McKinnitt cd's, allowing the smell of maple sausages to waft through the air, better smelled than eaten, even.

A day for mucking stalls to NPR while keeping one eye skyward for rain and the other on degrees Fahrenheit so the horses don't get both wet and cold.

A day for writing novel, not query letters, and getting lost in words and phrases, pulling the power of a grisaille day into the pages.

Sometimes soft and muted has more power than brilliant sun.


Anonymous said...

That's a beautiful photo. I like the interplay between the cold, natural light and the warm artificial light. BTW, I'm a fan of Loreena also!

billie said...

Thanks, Jason. I love Loreena - her music is so other-worldly and transformative for me.