Grey is ugly. Drab. Dismal. The colour of my heart. The colour of the ashes I came here to scatter.
Some fall into the river, settling on the surface for a moment before the current swirls them away, towards the sea and all those places we will never visit together. The biting wind whips the rest from my hands, blowing them who-knows-where.
Beaming, Nathan leans over the side of the boat, and points. “Look! Daddy was in that box, but now he’s everywhere!”
I take his hand and my heart floods with love. Grey is ugly. But it makes everything else more beautiful.
This post was written as part of the 100 word challenge for grown ups at Julia’s Place.