The sky could not be bluer
turquoise and ocean and bright summer day
captured on the snow piled like icing on the trees,
but on the horizon
a wall of charcoal grey
hints at a blizzard on its way.
I watch through the window and hope
I’m home before it hits.
January is filmed
in black and white,
soft focus filter,
lots of white space.
Mist grows until
it fills the screen,
ready for the credits
to roll by.
I am November
Light vanishing on a whim
Tears shed in painful memory
Grey and black
Dreary days.
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But lots of celebration to be had, as well, because apparently on Tuesday evening, this blog had its 100,000th visitor! How exciting! Thanks for sharing my world!
🙂
I stroll the mall, and check all routes
in search of perfect, tall, grey boots.
Store by store I search them all
On tidy shelves and crowded stalls.
I search the net in desperate state
At Fluevog.com The Boots await!
The perfect shape. The perfect heel.
The shade of grey, that’s dove not steel.
Alas, at five hundred bucks with tax,
My happy heart’s cleaved with an ax.
I check the site from time to time
To see if cost has dropped a dime.
But one sad day, the boots were gone
My face grew sad, my mouth was drawn.
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The Grey Boot Quest began once more
Fruitless, I wandered store to store,
Til a clearance ad came to my in box
and now I can enfold my socks.
My Fluevog Logan boots, were on sale
A happy ending to the tale!
A single pair was in my size,
I quickly clicked, ready to BUY.
Soon from the store in Montreal
My boots will travel, pushed and hauled.
The first miracle was an end to the quest
The Second Miracle Logans are the best!
A week from now, or maybe two,
I’ll pose in those grey boots for you!
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Shawn L. Bird 
Today I’m 21 July 6, 2010
Tags: age, birthday, gray, grey
It is my birthday. Today I am 21. Again. I’ve been 21 quite a few times. I’ve also been 29 and 35. I’ve been older, too, but not often. Age depends on attitude more than number. A cheerful, fun loving way of enjoying life keeps us youthful. Today I’m full of all the things that 21 has always been for me: Joyful. Full of anticipation for opportunities unfolding ahead. Appreciative of the wonderful people in my life. Thankful an amazing year just past.
In New Moon, Jacob tells Bella, “Age is just a number, baby.” He’s right. One can re-define the parameters for new numbers. Is my dog 10? Or 70? Or some other age? My mom is 80, but apparently she is far too young to go to activities at the Seniors’ Centre, because “those are for old people.” Contrarily, I attend a lot of activities where I am the youngest person there. I’m frequently the youngest person in my Rotary Club, for example. I am often the only woman with natural hair, though.
J.. P. Senn advised, “Let us respect gray hairs, especially our own.” I couldn’t agree more. I was 35 and completely ‘platinum blonde’ on top when I chose to embrace the natural look rather than continuing with society’s pressure to spend a fortune to colour my hair every couple of weeks I figure I’ve saved well over a thousand dollars in home colour kits since I did. (I’ve spent it in jewelery, another natural adornment for a woman!) It was fascinating to be in Italy and to not see a single Italian feminine grey head in two weeks. Black hair everywhere, and to be honest, not too many touch up lines in evidence, so they were obviously really diligent about it. Our society is afraid to accept change. Grey hair is assumed to suggest incapacity, lack of virility, and nostalgia. What happened to wisdom, experience, knowledge?
Is it ironic that my students think that I bleach my hair this colour, because they don’t think it can possibly be natural? They’ve so rarely seen naturally silver hair that they don’t understand that it can occur on a youthful face. No wrinkles, but silver hair. How old is she? Is she 50? 40? 30?
Today, I’m 21 and there’s a splash of pink in my hair. Who says I don’t colour my hair?
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