Gray Color Scale

A man was in a rental house with the lights off late at night, thinking back on how he became what he is now. Starting from the sycamore trees in the northwest countryside and ending on the concrete floor in the city. He didn't struggle or cry for help. Just standing in the gray river, the water covered my ankles, knees, and chest. He felt for the thread in his pocket. ——This is the biography of a river and the history of a person's spiritual formation.