The grey, the claw at the sky.

Today I drove into the city with Ivy and Grayson to visit friends. It was very dreary. The sky's sleepy lids heavy with fatigue. So grey, almost smokey white. And the crackle-y trees with their claws and teeth bared. Their darkness against the color-less backdrop. Was quite lovely.

I would have taken a picture, but you can just imagine it instead. [I was driving and had precious cargo.]

On our way home it was night and Gray marveled at the Christmas lights (a neon shirt and tie in a dry cleaner's window, a glowing hamburger in a diner). Any lights this time of year are Christmas lights to little him.

The city has a mouthful of buildings as tall as the clouds and thousands of sparkly scales were lit as we drove by. Through shiny tunnels and steel bridges and long, long roads taking us back to our warm, colorful home.

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