I generally find grayness to be solemn and depressing but as this Colorado high desert girl drank up the moisture, my mind plumped, my eyes widened, and the beauty of the delicate contrast between light and dark became vividly apparent.

My skin felt alive, bathing in the thick, wet fog.

Birds swooped and swayed while the Fisherman taunted sea lyons.

Wise to the balance of the sea, he gently suggested they find another spot to fish.

His sideways grin said he knew I was watching.

Me: Do you catch many fish from this pier?

Fisherman: Use to. Now we have more fishermen than the fish.


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