@frankm that is a great reminder. It is easy to stop looking. Last autumn, coming of a hill on after a day in the clouds, I was internally grumbling at a lack of view. Below me I saw another walker wandering back an forth off the path. I caught up. The elderly (that is a few years older than me) lady explained she was gathering deer grass of different shades to send to a friend who could not get out. Suddenly I noticed the myriad of subtle shades and how lovely the day was despite the mirk and gloom.