Today, the Gray visited "Twin Peaks" again.
Without much hesitation, it gobbled up the mountain. And the entire sky.
This is a little disorienting, you know. You're standing on a mountain, but there is no mountain!
The Gray got greedy and ate the Sun, too, temporarily (the latter always burns through its belly, but it never learns). In the end, the Gray always consumes itself--when its appetite simply becomes insatiable.
Yet unlike its counterpart at the end of the rain season when everything, every blade of grass, sought a glimpse of sunlight, whereas humans were popping vitamin D, this Gray was much needed.
It hasn't rained in weeks, and now the woods will finally acquire that crisp verdant color. Nature, like a woman, must be renewed.
After all, the new Moon is coming.