"Even a gray sky is full of notes"

The sky's pretty strange these days here. 
Big nuanced clouds and right behind them, a bright golden sun. The sky grows gray on the west but then it throws the big blue open on the sea.
But this is the Autumn Magic.

That magic that seems to invest everything with a silver and golden light. Everything. Every single little thing.

The discovery of a new musical "love", that gives everything a brand new score.

Gray waves that dash on the shoreline and on the rocks while listening to dear, old, forever beloved Come Clarity. 

A run by the sea watching the fishermen in their flannel shirt and wool caps rearrange the boats and sell fish in their little wooden huts, while a warm feeling of poetry fills your heart.

A bike-ride under the sun with the amazingly Beautiful company of Mumford & Sons and an (apparently) unmotivated smile on your face.

A walk to Granny's, caressed by the last rays of a setting sun, while the first cool November air makes your eyes a little bit narrowed and your nose cold.

The warm light of Granny's living room, the scent of childhood and that feeling of re-living impressions from a long long time ago. When outside it was dark but inside there were crayons and paper. Just like Proust's madeleine.

A walk back home and an inexplicable want to hop and run and dance.

Studying in harmony, enjoying every new knowledge.

Singing and wanting to do it more and more and more, as if it was never enough.

A night of serious talks, projects, jokes, laughs and cuddles with your man.

And the heart and the soul that seem about to implode with energy, that tremble with inspiration, an inspiration that never leaves you, whatever you do.

From last Sunday afternoon. A really rainy one.
♥

Now, time to start a new weekend. The sky's still gray, more than it has been these past days. But let's try and make it "full of notes".