I love the grey ...

of winter. The sky, the trees, even the evergreens look grey in January. And it seems so peaceful, so calming ... so beautiful.

The dogs and I played outdoors today. Not wanting to waste the opportunity to play in freshly fallen snow we crossed the road to the neatly sculpted acres of the state golf course. Once off their leashes Emma and Rory ran and ran, stopping to stick their snouts in the snow pushing it along like little plows. They jumped at the snow as it fell to the ground trying to catch it in their mouths. They chased each other, rolling on their backs as they stumbled over their own feet. And in the midst of all of the craziness I couldnt' help but notice the subtle beauty of a grey January day.

I'm grateful for another day.