the sky above Bloomington this evening...
This evening, there is a wide, unbroken juggernaut of cloud running in a long line just above the western horizon, colored in ominous shades of gray, violet, and blue. Just above this, the sky is a brilliant blue, with whispy white clouds passing slowly toward the northeast. Below this ridge of cloud, the sky, in a thin band just above the horizon, is a pale yellow that brightens to a silvery white around the gray clouds. As I write, the sun is traversing the short distance between the dreadnought of cloud and the gray-black horizon, the silhouettes of trees and headstones etched with perfect detail, like a medieval woodcarving, against the late evening sky.
As the song says, I am home at last...
As the song says, I am home at last...