January has a grey palette in the great Pacific Northwest Coast.
Pearl, charcoal, silver, pewter...but grey... in cloud, in sea, in bare tree branches poking out of shadowed forests.
In our minds, though, we can see the summer-summer frame. Always good to do a little daydreaming, to remember the pleasures of a beach, the sparkle of the sea in July. It reminds us that nothing stays the same.
After the grey comes that special summer blue. In the middle of change, where all the usual and relied upon anchors have been uprooted, it's good to think about past happinesses, to replace the grey with the blue.
It's our choice, always. Isn't that what all the great philosophies teach? Attitude is the thing.
Do we choose the sparkle palette or the grey? Hmmm.....
There are lots of doorways to the blue: memory, a comedy film, music, special menues, old photos, a walk in the park, a really fat book. Key, though, is that it has the allure of a vacation, even a mini-one, and that is what dislodges the grey.
Personally, I'm into movie night and a fun one is My Favorite Year. And your suggestion might be? Share!