Saturday, March 14, 2015
An eye on the sky
In late afternoon, the sky was equal parts threatening and beautiful. There were storms in the area but it didn't rain at my house. It was raining nearby, though; you could see the rain falling in the distance, gray fingers uncurling, reaching down, lifting again as they passed. The sky was dark in some places and mostly clear in others, with bright sun peeking through every now and then. The sky felt smaller than usual, insulated. The shadows were long, the light filtered and dappled, changing by the minute. The mountain was almost always in shadow but occasionally it lit up in small patches. The air was chilly, smelling faintly of rain. The clouds shifted and parted, the showers passed. The sun set; eventually the evening was clear, swaths of stars replacing brooding clouds, the peaceful end to a dramatic show. I never get tired of the sky show, never ever.