Mineral

Day 230: As a young student of creative writing, I was keen to seize any new word for my lexicon and one day encountered "louring" in the works of some 19th century author. Although I was somewhat disappointed to learn that it was simply a variant of "lowering," it seemed to me to carry a different sense of meaning than the conventional spelling. I believe it was that word which spawned my later interest in semantics for it always lingered in the back of my mind, awaiting its moment to be placed upon a page. I found it here, in the skies above a pasture, and in the photographic treatment which gave them foreboding substance and weight. These are grey skies, not "gray" (another personal semantic distinction) and they are louring upon the hills.