Gray: The Unsung Hue
I may have stepped into an antbed of controversy on this one, so restrain your knee-jerk reaction as I delve into the essence of gray. I know, I know – touchy subject. At the root of gray there are two fundamental controversies that divide people the world over:
1) Is it even a color (since it is born out of the non-colors black and white)?
2) How in the world do you spell it (I actually prefer grey, but what do I know?)?
I know, now you’re all hot and bothered that I went there; stick with me.
I love gray.
I don’t really wear a lot of gray, and I don’t really have any gray in my house, but it’s my favorite time of day. I love the gray of day – just before dawn and right at dusk. One of my favorite, favorite things is to sit in my house during the gray with blinds open. No lights burning. No sound disrupting – except the whir of the heater (I never notice the air conditioner running during the summer, but my heater speaks comfort into my morning). Everything in the room looks gray and nondescript – even me. I can just fade into my surroundings and ponder and pray and disappear for a moment.
I usually miss the gray at dusk, and I don’t always catch the gray at dawn, but when I do, it’s always a little something special.
Highly recommend that you schedule some gray into your day sometime soon!