the brighter side of grey

The silver infusion was as molten silver,  
swirling in steady and radiating undulation
I love the sky before a storm;  
I love the greys of every shade and depth.  
The intensity of the purity of sunny snow and  
the inky black jet murkiness amalgamates as one.
I could swim in the atmosphere so subtly electric,  
alive with an excitement for what is to come,
like a comfort where nothing ever grows.
Because nothing is ever black and white.