The grey

I seized the moment, captured the dozing of a gray owl, on a pole of a gray fence, on a gray day, of a gray month, of an equally gray year... (Attention gray, not black).

This color has been enveloping me and floating in my brain for some time now. Summing up the past year, I am overpowered by the feeling, also gray, of waiting ... It will be the advancing age, the losses, the flat passing of time, the uniformity of the world, the tension and anxiety, endless conflicts, the human soul so insipid and raw... (The night hasn't fallen yet, black and irreversible, but the gray is darkening)

I would like to still catch a glimmer of a pearl gray that reflects the light of the day, a beautiful sunrise that distorts my perceptions and colors it with a bright and warm nuance, full of the future.