Softness of Age

A muted palette.

Fading pinks. Weathered greys and old blues. Rusting tin on an aging roof.

It reminded me of life. Of mellowing. Of time passing.
Of the subtle beauty that is found in a most unexpected way. 

They weren't the colors I sought out to find...or what I hoped...and certainly not what I expected. But on this grey day - I was grateful for this...and the lessons it taught me.

An old barn - still standing. The softness of age.
Of presence and perseverance. Of strength. Of elegance. Of grace.

I'd choose this any day over the fiery reds and oranges and golds of youth.

Wouldn't you?