I’m a warrior for light, and on these gray early winter mornings, there is no bright light, no real color that pops up. Maria looked at this misty morning, and said, “how beautiful,” and then she said good morning to the animals, who crowded around her to see if she had any treats or other things to tell and bring them. They seemed to me to bring news of the night. And I saw the beauty of natural colors, earth colors, without the distractions of yellow and green pasture and bright light and flowers. There is beauty everywhere if you can look for it.