Grey

Tonight we are in a towering lodge on a great grey, wintry lake somewhere in the mountains of Maryland. We arrived in late afternoon, to the snow just beginning it’s etching of the air. The chill is bitter, but it has instilled a deep quiet in the earth and the landscape has been painted with a full, subtly tinted palette of greys. The trees are lithely dark and grey, the fields sere and slightly silver, the sky brooding grey, the jutting edges of the rocks a flinty grey. It strikes me that sometimes the wonder of creation is most vividly evident in the vastness to be found within even it’s smallest elements. Who could know that you could make the world breathtakingly gorgeous while staying literally within one defined color? It is that “eternity in a hazelnut” as Julian of Norwich said.

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