My god it's beautiful today! There is no sky, but a blanket of grey where the sky used to be. No clouds, or any definition of shape to the the pale overcast that coats the city. And it is it's lack of shape that lends to it's beauty. It has swallowed the mountains, the bay, the far away houses that used to glitter like tiny stone and glass temples to appease me from my living room balcony. Only a thick gray mist giving what was once the sky a new ghostly beauty. And gently it coats the earth with a fine mist. The trees are alive with it, and if I stand outside I can arch my head back and let it tickle my lips and glisten in my hair like diamonds.