up, up into the white grey clouds. minuscule droplets caress your skin, the clouds' cool breath dancing in the hairs on your arms, soft sun shining in your eyes. below, the sound of waves sighing against the mute sand. white and blue and shy brown. this is the greywash. quiet light, hushed sound. come stay a while. lose yourself. up. (original: https://8tracks.com/maccartier/greywash)