In between conference calls and other work today, I squeezed in a beach walk. My attention was immediately drawn to the kids using their boogie boards as sleds, sliding down the sand hill near the lifeguard tower. Whenever I see that, my mind goes to a line in a poem (that may be mis-remembered, I can’t find it online) that goes something like…”Where I live it doesn’t snow.”
Today I went looking for some paint chip colors to help me with my poem. No random draw today, I searched for words that I thought might be interesting…and then added one I came up with on my own: persistent gray.
No Snow Day
Conjuring the blank canvas
of snowy banks
would-be sledders
venture to cliff’s edge
riding
boogie boards
down the rabbit hole
of slippery sand
in this place where
no snow falls
and persistent gray
doesn’t result
in a snow day
©Douillard
Thinking Through My Lens 
The photo is so fun! Feel the essence of their joy
And love your poem but persistent gray just seemed to conjure up a different idea before I read your nice poem — and I could not shake it –
But I also like how you share the building of your poems – the single line that came to mind – the paint color idea – etc
So fun