The Gray Walk
After finishing his second cup of tea, Old Possum walked to the woods for some fresh air.
He loved the coziness of winter, but the unrelenting gray of its tail end always left him feeling a touch melancholy, and he had to remind himself to search for bits of loveliness in the gray-and-brown day.
Under a leaden sky, he kicked through leaves, stomped through the dormant meadow, and listened for birdsong in the bare trees.
Later, as he trundled home, a spot of purple caught his eye. He crept closer and spied a single, early crocus. And it was enough.
(Mid-February 2024)
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