An array of greys fills the late February sky just before sunset,
still yellow, & hints of blue scurry across the water with
distances shrunk by fog. A total surprise of complexities. All
waves & shades producing calm. Carving out an interior calm.
Momentarily, without the wish or need to fix it into any place
but here. I think of Rothko. I imagine hearing Goethe whisper,
"Yellow out of grey will seem to breathe."