Silver Gray

Some days the clouds just seem confused, should they be gray, should they be white. Sometimes, when the sun manages to peek out, the edges of the clouds turn into a pale yellow, and the green leaves looks a little golden in the pale sunlight. In the habour, the ocean’s surface marched in a parade of choppy little waves. Then the sun retreats behind a gray cloud, and the sky, the leaves, and the choppy bursts into sliver flashes.