Today was the kind of Ohio day that I love…it was gray. The prettiest shade of gray. I used to tell my friends in Colorado that I missed those kinds of days. Boulder was constantly covered in a blanket of sunshine and I yearned for the calming feeling that came with a gray Ohio day. It’s the kind of gray that makes you think there will be rain, but never is. The kind of gray that is best served with a cup of soup and the kind of gray that at the end of the day leaves you on the couch snuggled under blankets. It was my favorite kind of day.