Wednesday, January 19
Dawn in the real world
I was out running the dogs this morning -- running in the most euphemistic sense as between the three dogs need to stop and sniff but never at the same time, the subsequent untangling of leashes, the slowing down to mince across the few remaining north side/shady ice patches and the overall fact that no matter how fast I run, Westley is big enough to never get beyond a trot and Rosie, of double knee-surgery fame, is never much for keeping up with my slowest trot all the while I'm hoping to get home before the kids's showers have used all the hot water -- and there was a swell art show in front of that deep indigo eastern horizon over the suburban composition shingle rooftops. A dozen minutes before 6:30, the sky was all dark night to the west, and it faded slowly to a deep dark indigo blue in the east, which sky was covered in the east by these darker holes of clouds, clouds that should be called mare's tail (and in fact may be). Then as we walked along the bike path headed west and made the turn to the south up on the upper level of the trail around 6:30, the sky gallery opened for business, the underside of the clouds cycling through the purple end of the color spectrum. Amazing big sky fireworks show of sunrise underside cloud color for the final ten minutes walking home. Supposed to be sunny and 62. Let's get on with the day!
