unraveling

The sky is starting to lighten; the birds are in full chorus. Smoky wisps of gray reach across the sky like wool fibers from a fine sweater unraveling; the days are warm now, though I suspect that by sunrise it will all be gray. The sun has been flirtatious this week, sometimes shining right on me, other times leaving me surprised in the rain. The gray tells me not to push too hard. Sometimes the best way to get by is not to look for what you know is there.