Pianissimo

The sky is ash over milky ice. Bird song from the stereo: Kate Bush's, Aerial. A beautiful album, by-the-way.

Other than that, it is soft and quiet.

I'm a bit scratchy in the throat and grainy in the eyes. I'll walk my walk, today, though. It should be interesting in the early gloom. Under this flat smoky sky -- like a dream, done in shades of pale charcoal.

My jacket is gray, too...so I'll fit in.