Shades of Gray
No, not what you’re thinking.
Winter on Cape Cod, especially this winter, could be described as many shades of gray. Recently, after snowstorms, rainstorms, windstorms, a nor’easter hit. Read this as Naath Eastah. The name seems to describe a storm coming out of the north east, but it originates in the west. The low pressure from the storm pulls winds into it from the north and northeast and causes havoc with the coastline. After the storm center passes over the winds turns back to a northwesterly direction, blowing hard and cold.
Storms with winds that make the trees bow and waves that batter the shoreline can be the wrath of nature causing damage to property and worse. But there is still a majestic beauty in a raging ocean.
The sky is fluffy gray.
The sand is muddy gray.
The water is murky gray.
The film on the windows is dusty gray.
The snow along the road is dirty gray.
The macadam on the road is salty gray.
The branches of the trees are deathly gray.
But there’s good news. The vernal equinox is nine days away. Spring is coming!
I was writing a nor’easter scene in my novel as the winds blew on the Cape last week.
Full disclosure: I sat in the hot sun by the pool as I wrote the scene.
It’s quite blue in Florida. So when we’re feeling down, why do we call it being blue? I’ve asked this question before. From now on, I think we should call it gray.