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Valentine's Day is silvered -- and backgrounded with the sound of water. I have found quite a few ways to describe gray, though I tend to drift toward favorites. This day could inspire new exploration of ashy imagery.

I had a daydream of pallor and perfection earlier. When the day's hours were not tipping toward sunset, I saw a hill of ice. Now, with the light soon to sink behind the horizon (like a puddle of rain melting into the earth, perhaps) comes a colorful pheasant, walking down my shiny-wet driveway.

Valentine's Day: and the lush reds are kept to cards.