Diluted.

All around me, there is natural beauty. Summer bursts with color, fragrance, sounds, and flavor. Yet, through my profound grief, there has been an overpowering blandness that shrouds all that I see, feel, and do. Your pinks and purples are my muted gray. Yesterday was by far the worst day yet. No reason. No catalyst. I could barely breathe through my sadness. Today, the day was a little bit easier to bear, and tonight I saw a vacant house on an evening drive. The earlier storms lit the sunset sky with brilliant color. And tonight, it looked a tiny bit brighter. The house....it was completely empty; but tonight, for a moment, I could see the beautiful color surrounding it.