Gray is not dismal but non crisis red is better. The conifers on the hilly rim,on the other side of the valley, are the dark gray, the bare hardwoods along the river are a light gray,the fields are a brown gray. Even the air is gray. That's it gray is the overlay. But at 7.40am this morning I saw, in the dip of the hilly outline, the glow of the sunrise. A shallow spaghetti bowl of calm,even and bright sunrise red. No tongues as in forest fires and no smoke as in bomb red.
A minute later the gray seeped into the red and daylight pushed into the East.
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