[Today...
Another grey winter day. (I can never remember or decide if I prefer to spell it "grey" or "gray," so, apologies for any inconsistency. "Grey" seems more right to me right now.)
John Green has talked about how oppressive Indiana winters can feel---the sky feels somehow close to the ground, weighing you down---but I actually like the light, pastel, blue-ish grey quality to these days, as monotonous as they can be. I try to love the weather all the time; by paying more attention to it (or to anything), you can learn to love anything, learn to make anything beautiful. Even Indiana winters. It's often the less obviously "beautiful" days that I grow to love the most; a "perfect day" with perfectly blue skies and temps in the low 70s---one of those perfect mid-May days, for example---can often feel like it's "too much."
I'm also lucky, and grateful, that I can feel safe and warm in my room in the suburbs here---I'm insulated from cold or any other potentially dangerous weather and can aristocratically aestheticize all of it from a distance, looking out my window. This is not something to take for granted.
I thought to make the background color for today "slate blue;" it's not quite what I was expecting, but I like the color, so I'm keeping it. I sometimes try to match the background color to the color of the sky, but I'm more interested in matching the color to the "feeling" of the day, however arbitrary that may be. Or just picking colors that I like.
Today, I'm thinking about: gravity and black holes...
All for now.
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