The change in light and leaf vibrate in bone and marrow as the dance between earth and sun moves from summer to autumn. An evening laying in the grass on a hill, watching the sun drop towards the horizon, I could watch the clouds swell and dissolve at the end of the day. Watching clouds has no use or purpose save for the nourishment it provides the soul.
Two jet planes move west towards Pittsburgh, Cleveland, Detroit. The sun will be gone in minutes, a dying swan in the sky.
As the seconds pass I sink deeper into the grass and grow more content in witnessing the aerial struggle between light and moisture.
It can be challenging to lay and do nothing other than inspect the slow but relentless changes as a contrail becomes a cloud.
I have to remind myself to take a few minutes to look skyward. Too many sunsets and clouds have passed by without recognition.
In the final moments before the sun drops too far along the horizon the color palette changes.
And finally the light and color fades and only the fall of night remains. Such a small investment of time to watch a minor miracle and asking myself why I don’t do it more often.
Watching clouds.
Nice!
Thanks!
My first thought; where’s Junior?
‘Cause most people owning such would have him nearby.
And if I may make comment; your writings have been more prolific of late.
Must be partly that impending grandfather bit perhaps?
Right now Junior is sleeping in the breezeway, on guard duty should anyone approach the house. He’s good at it and though I think he’s just our little puppy everyone else has said he is quite imposing when 90 pounds of canine starts barking.
My writing frequency is usually related to how frustrated and anxious I am. Writing is a great venting process.
“Contrail” Steve? I don’t think so. Contrails are water vapor that dissipate into invisibility.
Chemtrails are what you took an excellent picture of. They are sprayed almost daily over Central Pennsylvania. Our government and NASA have already admitted their existence, so that is beyond debate.
But whether you or anyone else believes in their potentially insidious nature, is not for me to determine.
Thanks for the insight Fred. I didn’t realize but thinking further it makes sense. Burning kerosene (Jet A) would have to leave some nasty residue. I suppose an industrial world is pouring constant stuff into our environment.
Really nice Steve. I always look forward to see what you are up too. I was going to ride this morning but 3 degrees above freezing doesn’t work for me. 3 C.
Brent
Brent,
Cold mornings are always an adjustment at first. I’m not thrilled at the prospect.
Be safe.
It is hard to stop and smell the proverbial roses in this day and age … glad you took the time.
It is easy to drown in the noise and chaos of living. Watching clouds is a guilty pleasure.