Cloud Events

I hope you didn’t miss the sunset on Friday, a great and intense orange expanse. I drove up to a stop light beside a row of bare sycamore— red lights and the stark brown limbs rising— dark earth and bright sky interlocked. This morning a swath of vanilla fleece signaled the rising sun against a flock of gray sheep so crowded that I could see only a little blue between them looking up as I waited at the bus stop— drivers in steel cars behind dark windows sped past.