Today is muted – a grey sort of day. Not committed to raining. The kind of day you notice more graffiti on the bus stops and shop walls, more trash in the corners. The reds of the buses stand out more when it’s grey. This reminds me of something my mom says. She likes grey November best. She says without the lusty green to distract, you can see the more subtle hues – the faint gradients of colour, the different shades of earthy tones that are missed in the dazzling aliveness of spring.
To get synaesthetic for a moment, it’s like getting to know a quiet person. Strip away the loud, boisterous drama, the overactive chatting, and you can see the subtleties in a person. The slow, cautious gradients of mood, the earthy tones of personality.