There are a plethora of possibilities for describing the sky this morning. At first, while walking the dog, a cloud bank appeared as a Rocky Mountain range viewed from the eastern plateau of Colorado. Later, as I exited my road to RT 27, I looked left and saw a cloud formation with the color and shape of the side of a native salmon wending its way upstream. And still later, as I rode in the Civic of my carpool partner, the clouds changed yet again, appearing as herring bones.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment