On this dreary low-color-intensity day, a rain-slick orange tin roof was the brightest thing I saw. I was waiting in the slow car line at Maya's school this afternoon when I spied it. I painted it by blocking out all the rest of the orange from this page and leaving only the roof the paper color. At 4:30 I pulled on some wellies and went slopping into the woods, passing the mist-shrouded silo and a field of wet cows on the way. At home Jesse was gloomy, sitting out on the back porch and glowering at us as though we had caused it all.