Around here, the last few days have been rather gray. You know the type. Where it doesn’t get much about 58 degrees Fahrenheit and you never actually see the sun, though it’s light shows through with varying degrees of success.
And though some may find days when the sky only varies between shades of dull gray to be the most loathsome, I find them to be a welcome change that I don’t mind at all. They’re a wonderful interlude between the hot-sunny of summer and the gray-wet of winter.
One of the supreme advantages of gray days is that they’re the perfect excuse to do or not-do anything. Sunny days can’t be used to excuse your choice to stay in bed all day reading. Nor can rainy days be used for many outdoor activities–other than splashing in puddles, of course. But a gray day can be either a good reason to stay inside and a good reason to spend time outdoors.
There is also the ease with which a gray day fits into metaphor. For just one example, you know the glass-half-full glass-half-empty story I’m sure. But can’t we more accurately say that a optimist looks at a gray day and hopes the sun will come out, while a pessimist fears that it will rain?
But really, I just love the unexpected coolness that accompanies the day. The way the air is cool enough to feel fresh inside your lungs, but rarely so cold as to hurt. I love the way that on early-fall gray days, any attire seems appropriate. It’s rarely too cold for shorts and a t-shirt, too hot for ski pants and a parka.
The color too, is a reminder that any day can be beautiful if one just look appropriately. Even though the colors aren’t so vibrant, the plants and animals are still there, still moving. We’re all still hoping for a better tomorrow, maybe more than usual, maybe less.
Perhaps I’m the only one who loves them. But on behalf of all dry-and-gray days, I plead that you give them a chance.