My mind is grey.
Grey-white with wisps of salt smoke curling ghostlike from a driftwood fire;
Grey-green with the living long incoming surge of sea, a steady beat;
Grey-blue with metal clouds foreboding rain like woman's pending ire;
Grey-speckled with the shifting not-quite-solid sand beneath my feet.
Grey-bright, grey-burning, grey-soft-shadowed with the endless day.