About re-training the mind. About learning to look and to really see. About being alive and awake and aware. To hear the sounds of morning. To feel the air - too cold..too wet. To notice the details. To take it all in. This moment.

Up and down and sideways. Every which way - is endless grey.

Waiting. It's the hardest thing to do. For the sun. For the warmth. For the color. Waiting for sping..that is too quickly passing. Wating for summer. Waiting for something to change. Waiting to be elsewhere..anywhere other than right here. In the rain. In the cold. In the endless grey.

At first glance - more grey..and then white. A small spot..and then a larger. A bird. Simple and elegant and filled with grace. Unbothered by the damp and cold and wet. Focused only on its flight and its journey.

Simple and pure. White on endless grey.