Our house overlooks a bay in Maine. This morning I asked “What color is the water today” and answered myself: “Slate gray.” She added “With an undertone of cornflower blue crayon… and putty.”
This really struck me, as it came from a person who makes fun of the descriptions of wines. But a very discerning person.
The water is indeed a different color each day. And each day is different from the last. Gives you something to look forward to and to appreciate.