Good morning!
It’s Sunday, and May is coming to an end. After several days of brilliant sunshine and pure blue skies with the occasional puffy cloud, the color has been turned off. But high above, a small parting in the clouds reassures us that this, like so much in this world, is just temporary.
So let’s savor all the gradations of silver and take in the busy slosh of the bay one more time before we’re moved into a new month.
“If I could have had my own way, I would have confined myself to black and white.”
—Edgar Degas
Onwards,
Clara
