Layers of gray cotton line the morning sky. A richer blue holds the horizon.  A quiet calm lies across the  scene, trees erect with immeasurable movement.
Days of decision. Who decides? Do we wait and see, or do we trust and know. The choice is ours. I cannot define whether the sky will hang in gray tones or burst with bright blue. But I can hold the hand in my heart who already knows the sky's formations throughout history, and let Him design.