Small Stone: Cloud
Walking in City Park, after lunch at Chili House, a Winter Sunday that feels as warm as Spring. For a few minutes, the sun is buried in a huge cloud, edged by a rainbow.
Walking in City Park, after lunch at Chili House, a Winter Sunday that feels as warm as Spring. For a few minutes, the sun is buried in a huge cloud, edged by a rainbow.
The sky this morning is heavy, gray, foggy, and cold, with just the slightest hint of light. I close my eyes and look inside, realize that it’s a mirror of my internal landscape in this moment. The snow falls slowly, and I make a silent wish that it keeps up, blankets us in quiet and white.