Honor This Day

How might I honor this day?
How might I remember?
The rain.
The fog.
The wet.
This damp November chill.

I asked myself  - just that one little question.
And then....and then....and then once again.

I wondered why I needed to make it anything other.
It is what it is.

There's beauty in its simplicity.
There's grace in its honor.
There's fullness in the emptiness....and in the absence of color.