“Too bad about the weather,” she says

I’m framing a photograph
Camera in hand though not to eye, just yet

“Yesterday was perfect
Bright and sunny
Not a cloud in the sky”

I like today just fine, I tell her
As a frame begins to form in my mind’s eye

“But it’s so dismal and grey!”

Blue skies at noon
Are a bright, empty smile

She looks at me, head tilted
It’s a sky without character, mood
The light falls straight down, casts no shadows

Still the look
It’s dull

“You prefer dour to dull?”

I do
“Perhaps that says more about you.”

I smile, and nod
Half because, perhaps, she’s right
And half because I’ve found the frame

Camera to eye … click
I show her the screen

“Oh! That’s beautiful!”