Most days life is grey

Most days are exactly what you make them. There is nothing really remarkable happening. It is only you who have the opportunity to make them differentiate from other days. It is only you who can see the beauty in the day when most just see same old.
It was a grey day. It was flat light, it was no particular waves, it was no particular wind, the clouds where high.
My thought was to use the motion on the waves hitting the beach. It didn’t become spectacular, it became better than okay.
Maybe not as grey as grey.
motions